We love men because they can never fake orgasms, even if they wanted to.Because they write poems, songs, and books in our honor.Because they never understand us, but they never give up.Because they can see beauty in women when women have long ceased to see any beauty in themselves.Because they come from little boys.Because they can churn out long, intricate, Machiavellian, or incredibly complex mathematics and physics equations, but they can be comparably clueless when it comes to women.Because they are incredible lovers and never rest until we__e happy.Because they elevate sports to religion.Because they__e never afraid of the dark.Because they don__ care how they look or if they age.Because they persevere in making and repairing things beyond their abilities, with the naïve self-assurance of the teenage boy who knew everything.Because they never wear or dream of wearing high heels.Because they__e always ready for sex.Because they__e like pomegranates: lots of inedible parts, but the juicy seeds are incredibly tasty and succulent and usually exceed your expectations.Because they__e afraid to go bald.Because you always know what they think and they always mean what they say.Because they love machines, tools, and implements with the same ferocity women love jewelry.Because they go to great lengths to hide, unsuccessfully, that they are frail and human.Because they either speak too much or not at all to that end.Because they always finish the food on their plate.Because they are brave in front of insects and mice.Because a well-spoken four-year old girl can reduce them to silence, and a beautiful 25-year old can reduce them to slobbering idiots.Because they want to be either omnivorous or ascetic, warriors or lovers, artists or generals, but nothing in-between.Because for them there__ no such thing as too much adrenaline.Because when all is said and done, they can__ live without us, no matter how hard they try.Because they__e truly as simple as they claim to be.Because they love extremes and when they go to extremes, we__e there to catch them.Because they are tender they when they cry, and how seldom they do it.Because what they lack in talk, they tend to make up for in action.Because they make excellent companions when driving through rough neighborhoods or walking past dark alleys.Because they really love their moms, and they remind us of our dads.Because they never care what their horoscope, their mother-in-law, nor the neighbors say.Because they don__ lie about their age, their weight, or their clothing size.Because they have an uncanny ability to look deeply into our eyes and connect with our heart, even when we don__ want them to.Because when we say __ love you_ they ask for an explanation.

You have to acknowledge evil, or you give it too much power over you.

If there was such evil in the world, was it possible that there was good, too?

Evil must always be fought.

Mike couldn__ believe that Mr. Mackey__ secret tragedy was connected to his store, and no one had ever told him.__o you think he__ ever take it back?_ __hy would he? His son was never found, and he still blames your dad for it. I think it__ his way of making himself feel better about the accident. He thinks horror movies are evil or something._ __hat__ stupid. Most kids are more scared of him than they are of horror movies,_ Mike said, __e shouldn__ blame my dad._ __e thinks he__ protecting the kids,_ Tim said, rolling his eyes. __ell, if he is trying to save kids, why is he so mean to us? Everyone__ afraid of him. Even Jack._ __ don__ know. I guess he__ just a cranky old man. Don__ take it personally. He__ had it rough. He has to stand on that playground everyday knowing that just over that fence, his son__ body is down there somewhere._ __hen why doesn__ he teach at another school?_ __ don__ know, bud. Sometimes people just like to torture themselves._ - Saving Hascal's Horrors

Don__ tell Mom, but I think my little emergency last night was a sign. And I was thinking of you when it happened. So, I__ worried that this is a prediction about you. Do you have something big planned? Something dangerous that you__e going to do?_ Mike looked away. He didn__ want to lie to her but he also couldn__ tell her his plan. __ell, whatever it is, don__ do it, okay? You__e going to get the feeling soon too. I know it,_ she yawned, __t feels like it__ a long way off, but I__e never had this strong a reaction before. And now that I__ stuck in bed, I can__ help you_or stop you. So please, whatever you__e doing, let it go, okay? Especially if it__ about the shop. Just let me handle it._ ____l be careful,_ he said. __uh?_ she yawned again. He didn__ answer. Her eyelids grew heavy until they closed all the way. Mike lifted the sheet that was turned down from the bed and draped it over her. Then, he left the room, closing the door behind him. - Saving Hascal's Horrors