touch me again and you’ve signed your own death warrant, because i’ll kill you myself, just as surely as night follows day.



…in some tiny, bottled up way deep inside… you can of enjoy it… when things go wrong. Because it gives you an excuse to… just, you know… stop pretending?



You bring me to my knees, you make me testify - you can make a sinner change his ways



The king is dead! Long live the king!



"How lonely is the night without the howl of a wolf."



in volleyball, you can’t drop the ball, you can’t hold the ball, and the same player can’t touch the ball twice - how do you plan to play by yourself?