Michael R. Fletcher Quotes & Sayings

No one thanks you for showing them the light. — Michael R. Fletcher

Cooking is woman's work." She tilted her head to one side, examining him like he was something unpleasant she'd stepped in. "Do you know how to build a house?" "What? No." "But that's man's work." "I'm not that kind of man." "Well, I'm not that kind of woman." Bedeckt — Michael R. Fletcher

The borders of man, defined by politics, war, and faith - all three manifestations of delusion - meant even more to gods. — Michael R. Fletcher

I was sane once. It was horrible. — Michael R. Fletcher

Dark and pregnant clouds gave birth and fist-sized stones of hail hammered the earth. — Michael R. Fletcher

Think about it. When you die you'll be surrounded bu the people you killed. Who the hells goes around killing people they like? In the Afterdeath we'll be surrounded by our enemies. — Michael R. Fletcher

My mirror never shows me what I want to see. I can't possibly be this fat and ugly! — Michael R. Fletcher

The deranged tended to live in segregated parts of town where their delusions would not be tainted and limited by the proximity of the solid beliefs of the pathetic sane. — Michael R. Fletcher

Doubt grew only in the fertile darkness of solitude — Michael R. Fletcher

The doing is the easy part. It's the deciding to do that is difficult. I most regret the decisions never made. — Michael R. Fletcher

Today's truth will be tomorrow's lie and you will be left questioning your own sanity. — Michael R. Fletcher

Her eyes melted and ran like butter. Gehirn ignited with concussive force. — Michael R. Fletcher

The mirror ever lies. — Michael R. Fletcher

only dare tread the waters of insanity at night as they lie dreaming. Cowards. Dive deep into your psychopathy. Let loose the demons of delusion and know, in the end, when they finally devour you, you swam with sharks. - VERSKLAVEN SCHWACHE, GEFAHRGEIST PHILOSOPHER — Michael R. Fletcher

Soon all of this shite-hole will know I am the Greatest Swordsman in the world. You, my friend, will sadly not live to see that day. Such is the fate of stepping-stones. — Michael R. Fletcher

dependable as only incredibly dull things can be, — Michael R. Fletcher

There's something satisfying to proclaiming humility while knowing just how important you truly are. — Michael R. Fletcher

Not everyone expects to have to kill someone every moment of every day. Bedeckt — Michael R. Fletcher

Trust your fears. When a quiet voice whispers, "you are being used", listen. Ignore your baser desires. — Michael R. Fletcher

In her experience, introspection led only to misery. Stehlen — Michael R. Fletcher

Getting rid of a truth makes us wiser than getting hold of a delusion — Michael R. Fletcher

Gefarhrgeist excelled at convincing themselves. It was their greatest strength and most terrible weakness. — Michael R. Fletcher

Redemption. What a laughable concept. When he looked over his life, he couldn't see where he had first stepped off the righteous path. More important, had he even ever laid a single foot on that path? — Michael R. Fletcher

Her lungs, like moldering cheesecloth sacks, hung visible between cracked and yellowing ribs. Her internal organs, long absent, only flaked brown gristle clung to her spine. Sparse clumps of pale hair clung to the few shreds of flesh still gripping her skull. Five other Cotardist assassins stood mutely behind her. Though none looked to be such an advanced state of decay, they all showed signs of rot and neglect. — Michael R. Fletcher

Those who live without a great fire in their soul live in darkness. — Michael R. Fletcher

In a mad world, only the mad are sane. - AKIRA KUROSAWA — Michael R. Fletcher

The tales are only as dark as the teller. — Michael R. Fletcher

A sane man is simply a man afraid to unleash his inner demons. — Michael R. Fletcher

Belief defines reality — Michael R. Fletcher

We are each living a story. What many of us are too afraid to admit is that we are the authors of our story. You are living the life you chose for yourself. You are living the result of each and every one of your choices. If you are letting others make decisions for you, you are allowing them to write your story. Do they have your best interests at heart? If you are unhappy, whose fault is that? Don't like your life, go write yourself a better one. — Michael R. Fletcher

Always best to start with violence and attempt communication second. People reacted more favorably when they knew you would snuff a few lives to get what you wanted... or for no reason whatsoever. — Michael R. Fletcher

Fate didn't stand in the way. Rather, they themselves were their own worst enemies. — Michael R. Fletcher

For all Wichtig spoke of trust, he trusted no one. For all he spoke of wisdom, he learned nothing. Every word he uttered was done so with an eye toward manipulation. — Michael R. Fletcher

That first kill taught him how easy it was. It taught him violence wasn't the final refuge of the stupid, but rather the final refuge of a man unwilling to lose. — Michael R. Fletcher

Wait!" said Erbrechen, suddenly feeling jovial. "I change my mind. Never shite again. Ever. Anywhere."
It was a small thing, but of such small things were life's joys truly made. The thought, he knew, would keep him smiling for days.
"The world is a comedy, intoned Erbrechen, tittering, "and each must play his fart. — Michael R. Fletcher

Gehirn had to protect her love - and she only knew one way to do so. She lit the sky afire. — Michael R. Fletcher

The power of faith is the fear of the unknown. The power of love is the fear of dying alone. - EXCERPT FROM "THE POWER OF FEAR" BY HALBER TOD — Michael R. Fletcher

Ah, sarcasm. The defence of cowards. — Michael R. Fletcher

And the people love a well-mannered killer. — Michael R. Fletcher

Konig couldn't help but think of the man as a slab of walking muscle with all the intellect of a pair of cheap shoes. — Michael R. Fletcher

On a good day her breath could drop a bull at a hundred paces. This was definitely not one of her good days. She was filthy and unappealing in every possible way. — Michael R. Fletcher

She'll be waiting for me. Never before had he wanted immortality so badly. — Michael R. Fletcher

No one loathed her more than she and thus none could truly harm her. — Michael R. Fletcher

Fear would never allow him anything so hopelessly silly as hope. Still, fear would keep him alive. It was the only sane emotion in an insane world. — Michael R. Fletcher

The hand-plucked rose loses meaning as life is leached. Red love, once clutched to breast, putrefies and is thrown to the midden.
The hand leaked life as meaning was pucked. Putrefaction clutched love and was thrown to the midden. — Michael R. Fletcher

Can a need for sanity reach insane proportions? — Michael R. Fletcher

Listen carefully. If communication is manipulation, sex is all-out war. — Michael R. Fletcher