Robert Liparulo

Nothing but trees.

If you can't turn off your thoughts, who cares how soft your pillow is?"- David King

What good is the present if you cannot change the future?

He lowered his eyes to his dad's face. There was fear there. Fear. When your dad was frightened, there was something to be frightened about.

Bravery is not the absence of fear but the forging ahead despite being afraid

Knowledge was like candy: you never turned it down, especially if you didn't have to work too hard to get it.

The road simply ended. No cul-de-sac. No sign like the ones they had seen before: "Private Property. No Trespassing." Or "No Motorized Vehicles Beyond This Point." Just road...then trees.

I don't know...just a feeling, like in..." Xander thought for a moment. "Star Wars. You know, when Han Solo says, 'I've got a bad feeling about this'?

Xander could sense more than David's smile. He wished he could be more like that, easygoing. But then, David hadn't seen what Xander had seen.

If we didn't have strong feelings, how could we love or fight? When our flesh is cut, we bleed. When our heart is broken, we cry. There's nothing wrong with that. It only becomes a problem when it gets in the way of what you have to do. You can't crumble when others are counting on you.

Live to fight another day was an expression that did not take nto account the loved one who would die because you didn't continue fighting today.

If I guess your secret, will you tell me if I'm right?" His father laughed but didn't answer.

To you, death does not simply end life. It steals away the sunsets you'll never see, the children you'll never hold, the wife you'll never love. It's frightening to almost lose your future, and it's heartbreaking to witness death snuff out other people's tomorrows.

You clobber Death when he's breathing in your ear and see how you feel about the club.