Thier blood was calling to his blood. Wanting to mingle. To slow dance. To fuck.
-- Jake (Internal Presence) - Coffeehouse Blues

I had a dream that I was dying. Only I was not slipping from my body. I was not climbing and staring stupidly down at my own lifeless shape. It was her. It had always been her.
-- Rick (Internal Presence) - Merely Acquaintances

And so the conversation I had in my mind seemed forged of two separate beings. One was selfish and desperate, while the other was worldly and full of child-like wonder. A conversation between personality and soul; between body and spirit; between man and writer.
-- Stefan Bourque (Internal Presence) - The Unbearable Violence of Being

"I suppose there were many reasons, Jake. Maybe it was fate, if you were feeling philosophical. Maybe it was just dumb luck. Maybe you pissed me off."
-- Malcolm - Coffeehouse Blues II - Jake

Everything had gone so quickly and permanently wrong and with a dark rich terror, Bart was suddenly sure that his friends had driven away. They had left him all alone with the blood, the flies and the smell of Christmas steaks gone bad.
-- Bart (Internal Presence) - Hunter's Run

With horror I watched as he turned his head down to me just as I was in mid-kick. His angry eyes looked at me, even through me, and I suddenly learned the lesson of fear.
-- Julianne (Internal Presence) - The Sentinel

"Dead is dead, Collette. At least by most definitions."
-- Jake - Coffeehouse Blues III - Winter Bride

"I am death. Aren't I beautiful?"
-- Collette - Coffeehouse Blues IV - Bloodlines

"The water there turned black and I started to cry. I had no voice to call my mother with. Just enough to stand there like a stupid fucking kid and cry. Then the water whispered"
-- Richard - The Man Who Would Not Shower

As I write this, a federal court has determined that our Pledge of Allegiance is unconstitutional and an asshole in Florida has determined that she doesn't need to remove her veil for her license photo. Do these things scare me? Absolutely. They frighten me more than any terrorist could. The real war of this millennium may very well be fought here, in American politics rather than in the deserts of the Middle East.
-- Stefan Bourque - In A New York Minute

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