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I Was Half Asleep But I Smiled. In Spite Of All His Irritating Qualities, I Couldn't Help Liking A Man Who Despised A Fictional Character With Such Passion.

I'll Tell You A Secret. Something They Don't Teach You In Your Temple. The Gods Envy Us. They Envy Us Because We're Mortal, Because Any Moment Might Be Our Last. Everything Is More Beautiful Because We're Doomed. You Will Never Be Lovelier Than You Are Now. We Will Never Be Here Again.

‎i Was Cursed With The Pessimism Of Both The Russians And The Jews Two Of The Gloomiest Tribes In The World. Still If There Wasn't Greatness In Me Maybe I Had The Talent To Recognize It In Others Even In The Most Irritating Others.

I Was A Huge Fantasy Geek Growing Up. I Was The Dungeon Master In My D&d Game.

This Wasn't The Way I Had Imagined My Adventures, But Reality Ignored My Wishes From The Get-go, Giving Me A Body Best Suited For Stacking Books In The Library, Injecting So Much Fear Into My Veins That I Could Only Cower In The Stairwell When The Violence Came. Maybe Someday My Arms And Legs Would Thicken With Muscle And The Fear Would Drain Away Like Dirty Bathwater. I Wish I Believed These Things Would Happen, But I Didn't.