Halloween season. The season of the witch, so many thought. And, in legend, the night when souls could return to earth.. And try to linger on. But the dead weren't really returning, the living created evil.
Each man follows his own path - his own destiny, if you will. And only he is responsible for the choice.
Along our chosen paths, we all meet up with demons. We must meet them, and battle them, even when they are nothing but mist in the night.
But just as natural disaster brought out the best in some people, it brought out the worst in others.
Bad dogs, she believed, were like most bad children: created by those around them. But then, that was a personal opinion.
The truth was always out there, you just had to find it.
If he ever changes his stance on something, it's because he's received new information.
You have the ability to find all the answers--if you let yourself do so.
Evil is done by the living.
Evil doesn't just go away.
I admire those people who hold on to their elegance in old age but I'd rather have fun.
I want to be able to fly like a superhero. I won't be happy until I can fly across oceans and cities, saving people from being murdered.
It's good to be able to be a leading lady, to be a romantic lead, to play opposite people who are talented, and charismatic and stuff.
The ultimate fun is doing nothing. I like doing nothing with people I like - maybe just eating, hanging out and talking.
Whenever I meet people who seem really sweet and unassuming, I kind of wonder about them.