The Desire For Success Lubricates

The Sense Of A Long Last Night Over Civilization Is Back Again.

I Would Introduce Myself If It Were Not Useless. The Name I Had Last Night Will Not Be The Same As The Name I Have Tonight. For The Moment, Then, Let Me Say That I Am Thinking Of Sam Slovoda.

I Don't Trust Compliments. I've Been Getting Them For Years. Sometimes I Deserve Them, Sometimes I Didn't. But Generally When People Give You Compliments There's One Of Two Things Wrong With Them. Either They're False, Or What's Worse Is They're Sincere. They Really Mean The Compliment. And Then They're Offering You Their Loyalty. And I'm Kind Of A Stingy... Well, I Don't Necessarily Want To Give All That Loyalty Back. So Either Way, Let's Skip The Compliments.

Ultimately A Hero Is A Man Who Would Argue With The Gods, And So Awakens Devils To Contest His Vision. The More A Man Can Achieve, The More He May Be Certain That The Devil Will Inhabit A Part Of His Creation.

Every One Of My Books Had Killed Me A Little More.