That's the trouble with you young people. You think because you ain't been here long$$$ you know everything. In my life I already forgot more than you ever know.

We have the right$$$ and the obligation$$$ to tell old stories in our own ways$$$ because they are our stories.

You are an analog girl$$$ living in a digital world.

Not knowing everything is all that makes it OK$$$ sometimes...

Rules and responsibilities: these are the ties that bind us. We do what we do$$$ because of who we are. If we did otherwise$$$ we would not be ourselves. I will do what I have to do. And I will do what I must.

Liberty$$$ boomed Wednesday$$$ as they walked to the car$$$ "is a bitch who must be bedded on a mattress of corpses."

The tongue is the most remarkable. For we use it both to taste out sweet wine and bitter poison$$$ thus also do we utter words both sweet and sour with the same tongue.

I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating.

Write your story as it needs to be written. Write it honestly and tell it as best you can. I'm not sure that there are any other rules. Not ones that matter.

Gods die. And when they truly die they are unmourned and unremembered. Ideas are more difficult to kill than people$$$ but they can be killed$$$ in the end.