I have lived in worlds beyond counting and countries as strange and wonderful as the dance of dust in sunbeams, because I have lived in books.
[politicians are] like toddlers arguing over who gets the candy, but with a better vocabulary and less whacking each other with toys.
[I] put my hand in front of her finger, thinking, 'She’s a magician; it might be loaded.
Put my hand in front of her finger, thinking, 'She’s a magician; it might be loaded.
...please don’t throw any more rocks at the barrier keeping the demonic hordes of the void from pouring over the world.
What’s fair and what’s true often bear no resemblance to each other.
...the whole 'know thyself' thing isn’t a journey to a fixed destination. Learning about myself changes me, forcing me to learn more. 'Know thyself' isn’t a goal; it’s a road.
I spent a lot of last night being moody and grim.I’m a vampire. We’re allowed to do that. It’s in all the brochures.
Fangs out? Check. Claws sharp? Check. Plan? Plan? What plan? I’m making this up as I go.
Political problems ruin meals. Let it be known as Eric’s Law of Lunch henceforth.
Sometimes I hate this place. I mean I really, truly, hate it. It offends my narrow-minded and provincial sensibilities regarding good universe design.
It’s one thing to be an undead fiend of darkness, but it takes an immense amount of work to look cool while doing it.
Political problems ruin meals. Let it be known as Eric’s Law of Lunch henceforth.
Show a little faith in someone when they need it. It’s amazing how it comes back around to you.
