What? Quinn's one of them? I just thought he was an a*shole!
~ Simon Holt
Lusty blacksmiths and naughty princesses. Now that's scary
Cole, for Christ's sake, will you stop staring at me like I'm beefcake of the month?
I think you inhaled too much lead from those scantron sheets
It was safe to assume he'd not only read the play but then re-read it, cross-referenced the annotations, and probably joined an online chat group called Buds of the Bard or something equally nerdy
If you don't learn how to be scared, you'll never really learn how to be brave.
If you dont know learn how to be scared, you'll never really learn how to be brave.
Surrender to your fear so you may triumph over it.
Fear is the cancer
Good.I need you to be scared.Very,very scared.And then you'll never be scared again.
Devour your fear.
Surrender to your fear so you may triumph over it.Choose me,open you soul to me, and embrace the Devouring.
We can always count on people to hate and to fear.To harm one another and to be harmed.To kill and be killed.It is what opens the gate.
They lurk in the cold and dark.Hungry and,wicked,they wait for their one chance to devour the weak on Sorry Night.Then the vours feast on a banquet of fear.Your fear.They steal your soul but your body remains.No one knows the difference.
What’s the old saying? Ah, I remember now. ‘Curiosity flayed the cat alive, ripped it apart limb from limb, and listened to it scream before it killed it.’ That’s the one.
I know a secret,and secrets breed paranoia.
Our sins live with us for eternity, and that is perhaps the most frightening thing of all. - Sims
