I am too in awe to punch him in the mouth.

I'm no leader. This so-called power you percieve in me isn't so great.

Fear is an excellant motivator in battle.

Please, don't breathe on me.

My insides start to panic as my body takes control of my actions.

A violent string of echoes makes the crowd strong, and each member invisible.

I begin pooling through some of my encyclopedic knowledge acquired from Denny's placemats and sugar packets.

The truth is, I don't know what I am.

The only difference between a sinner and a saint is that every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.

I thought I could organize freedom
How American of me