“Anger requires energy, something I don't dare waste on what cannot be altered.”

“Such an incredible waste of energy, to work your ass off for sixty years, then shrivel up, die, and be nothing more than a memory - if you're lucky enough to leave someone behind who will remember you. There must be more. Don't you think?”

“Or might the soul clone itself,create a perfect imitationof something yet to bedefined? In this way,can a reflection be altered?”

“Anger is a valid emotion. It's only bad when it takes control and makes you do things you don't want to do.”

“Anger is easier than forgiveness.”

“I've Got A Little ProblemAnd I'm not really sure how to fix it.Not really sure I need to. Not really sure I could.Life is pretty good. But once in a while, uninvited and uninitiated anger invades me.It starts, a tiny gnaw at the back of my brain. Like a migraine except without pain. They say headaches blossom, but this isn't so much a blooming as a bleeding. Irritation bleeds into rage, seethes into fury. An ulcer, emptying hatred inside me. And I don't know why. Life is pretty good.So, what the hell?”

“Taking no chances means wasting your dreams..”