Author has written 2 stories for Prince of Tennis, and Nurarihyon no Mago/ぬらりひょんの孫.
So, apparently I am from or currently located in Canada. Personally, I did not know this myself, but it's good to know new things, despite how shocking they are. You learn something new everyday.
Current Works: "A Promise to the Moon" - Nurarihyon no Mago (Currently on an indefinite HIATUS. Not updating it in a long while, I have lost inspiration for it, and dare not touch it in case I murder it completely. Or I might just scrap it all together, but I am still hoping to bring it back to life someday.)
"[The] Shape of Your Heart" - Prince of Tennis (Currently in Progress, first few chapters written and planned, but no set pairing planned. Not yet posted.)
"Fiction (and Fact)" - Pokemon (A Mei and N pairing inspired by Summer Court's story, blue-eyed seraph scrivener, heavy on angst.)
"It's You"- Code Geass (Most likely a two-shot, the pairing is one that never really did receive enough limelight and made me cry.)
"Of Weddings and Ironies" - Nurarihyon no Mago (Movie inspired, and could be either a lengthy one-shot or a chapter story with alternate endings if I feel like it).
“As a historian, I have learned that, in fact, not everyone who reaches back into history can survive it. And it is not only reaching back that endangers us; sometimes history itself reaches inexorably forward for us with its shadowy claws.” (Elizabeth Kostova)
“The thing that most haunted me that day, however...was the fact that these things had - apparently - actually occurred...For all his attention to my historical education, my father had neglected to tell me this: history's terrible moments were real. I understand now, decades later, that he could never have told me. Only history itself can convince you of such a truth. And once you've seen that truth - really seen it - you can't look away.” (The Historian)
“But history, it seemed, could be something entirely different, a splash of blood whose agony didn’t fade overnight, or over centuries.” (The Historian)
“There is survival and survival, the historian learns to his grief. The very worst impulses of humankind can survive generations, centuries, even millennia. And the best of our individual efforts can die with us at the end of a single lifetime.” (The Historian)
“‘The past is very useful, but only for what it can teach us about the present. The present is the rich thing.’” (Vlad Țepeș, The Historian)
“‘History has taught us that the nature of man is evil, sublimely so. Good is not perfectible, but evil is. Why should you not use your great mind in service of what is perfectible?…Together we will advance the historian's work beyond anything the world has ever seen. There is no purity like the purity of the sufferings of history. You will have what every historian wants: history will be reality to you. We will wash our minds clean with blood.’” (Vlad Țepeș, The Historian)
"[...] things were not always what they appeared to be...fear of the unknown was an inherited distrust, and it had now been strengthened by experience. Thenceforth, in the nature of things, he would possess an abiding distrust of appearances. He would have to learn the reality of a thing before he could put his faith into it." (White Fang)
"White Fang knew the law well: to oppress the weak and obey the strong." (White Fang)
“The clay of White Fang had been molded until he became what he was, morose and lonely, unloving and ferocious, the enemy of his kind.” (White Fang)
"They were his environment, these men, and they were molding the clay of him into a more ferocious thing than had been intended by Nature. Nevertheless, Nature had given him plasticity. Where many another animal would have died or had its spirit broken, he adjusted himself and lived, and at no expense of the spirit." (White Fang)
"Lord, defend me from my friends; I can account for my enemies." (Charles D'Hericault)
"All things considered, insanity may be the only reasonable alternative." (Anonymous)
“Forget what you want. Remember what you deserve.” (Anonymous)
"A good friend is someone who helps you back up when you fall. A best friend is someone who can push you back down and laugh." (Anonymous)
"If beauty is power, a smile is its sword." (Anonymous)
'"There is nothing," said the monarch, "except the power which you pretend to seek: power to grind and power to digest, power to seek and power to find, power to await and power to claim, all power and pitilessness springing from the nape of the neck.
'"Love is a trick played on us by the forces of evolution. Pleasure is the bait laid down by the same. There is only power. Power is of the individual mind, but the mind's power is not enough. Power of the body decides everything in the end, and only Might is Right."' (The Once and Future King)
“But, ultimately, the last deed has to be done by oneself. Psychologically, the dragon is one's own binding of oneself to one's ego. We're captured in our own dragon cage...The ultimate dragon is within you, it is your ego clamping you down." (Campbell)
“You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view–until you climb into his skin and walk around it.”(Atticus, To Kill A Mockingbird)
“A man may live long, and die at last in ignorance of many truths, which his mind was capable of knowing and that with certainty.” (John Locke, Human Understanding)
“Prejudice is the child of ignorance.” (Hazlitt)
“In a sense, words are encyclopedias of ignorance because they freeze perceptions at one moment in history and then insist we continue to use these frozen perceptions when we should be doing better.” (Edward de Bono)
“Reason obeys itself; and ignorance submits to whatever is dictated to it.” (Thomas Paine)
“Ignorance breeds monsters to fill up the vacancies of the soul that are unoccupied by the verities of knowledge." (Horace Mann)
"...I was taught to desire nothing, to swallow other people’s misery, to eat my own bitterness…I know how it is to live your life like a dream. To listen and watch, to wake up and try to understand what has already happened.” (An-mei, The Joy Luck Club)
“There is no grief as great as that for a dead heart.” (Joy Luck Club)
“To know oneself is to know others, for the heart can understand heart.” (Joy Luck Club)
“I thus drew steadily nearer to that truth by whose partial discovery I have been doomed…that man is not truly one, but truly two…I learned to recognize the thorough and primitive duality of man; I saw that of the two natures that contended in the field of my consciousness, even if I could rightly be said to be either, it is only because I was radically both…” (The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde)
“Even as good shone upon the countenance of one, evil was written broadly and plainly on the face of the other. Evil besides (which I must still believe to be the lethal side of man) had left on that body on imprint of deformity and decay…This as I take it, was because all human beings, as we meet them, are commingled out of good and evil…” (The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde)
"Through me the way is to the city dolent;/Through me the way to eternal is dole;/Through me the way among the people lost./Justice incited my sublime Creator;/Created me divine Omnipotence,/The highest Wisdom and the primal Love./Before me there were no created things,/Only eterne, and I eternal last./All hope abandon, ye who enter in!” (Dante's Inferno)
"The war has ruined us for everything." (All Quiet on the Western Front)
"I am young...yet I know nothing of life but despair, death, fear, and fatuous superficiality cast over an abyss of sorrow. I see how peoples are set against one another, and in silence, unknowingly, foolishly, obediently, innocently slay one another." (All Quiet on the Western Front)
“I prefer to be alone...I feel no contact here...A terrible feeling of foreignness suddenly rises in me. I cannot find my way back, I am shut out though I entreat earnestly and put forth all my strength...I sit there and the past withdraws itself.” (All Quiet on the Western Front)
“Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds...A new species would bless me as its creator and source, many happy and excellent natures would owe their being to me…I thought that if I could bestow animation upon lifeless matter, I might in the process of time…renew life where death had apparently devoted the body to corruption.” (Frankenstein: or a Modern Prometheus)
“…my imagination busy in scenes of evil and despair. I considered the being whom I had cast among mankind and endowed with the will and power to effect purposes of horror, such as the deed which he had now done, nearly in the light of my own vampire, my own spirit let loose from the grave and forced to destroy all that was dear to me.” (Frankenstein: or a Modern Prometheus)
“You purpose to kill me. How dare you sport thus with life? Do your duty towards me, and I will do mine towards you and the rest of mankind…Remember that I am thy creature; I ought to be thy Adam, but I am rather the fallen angel, whom thou drivest from joy for no misdeed…I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous.” (Frankenstein: or a Modern Prometheus)
“If I have no ties and no affections, hatred and vice must be my portion, the love of another will destroy the cause of my crimes, and I shall become a thing of whose existence everyone will be ignorant. My vices are the children of a forced solitude that I abhor, and my virtues will necessarily arise when I live in communication with an equal.” (Frankenstein: or a Modern Prometheus)
“The world was to me a secret which I desired to divine. Curiosity, earnest research to learn the hidden laws of nature, as they were unfolded to me…It was the secrets of heaven and earth that I desired to learn…” (Frankenstein: or, the Modern Prometheus)
"The blood is the life!" (Dracula)
"The sweetness was turned to adamantine, heartless cruelty and the purity to voluptuous wantonness." (Dracula)
"My revenge has just begun! I spread it over centuries and time is on my side." (Dracula)
"You are but mortal woman. Time is now to be dreaded..." (Dracula)
"I on my part give up the uncertainty of eternal rest and go out into the dark where may be the blackest things that the world or the nether world holds!" (Dracula)
“Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay/To mold me Man, did I solicit thee/From darkness to promote me?” (Paradise Lost)
“You don’t have to pretend you love me. That’s over for the evening. Is there anything you’d like to talk about?”
“But I do love you.”
“Please let’s not lie when we don’t have to.” (A Farewell to Arms)
"I want what you want. There isn't any me anymore. Just what you want." (A Farewell to Arms)
“There's no way to be married except by church or state. We are married privately. You see, darling, it would mean everything to me if I had any religion. But I haven't any religion...You're my religion. You're all I've got." (A Farewell to Arms)
"You loved me...and whatever sin it is, you love me yet!” (The Crucible, Act I)
“I speak my own sins; I cannot judge another. I have no tongue for it.” (The Crucible, Act IV)
“Because it is my name! Because I cannot have another in my life! Because I lie and sign myself to lies! Because I am not worth the dust on the feet of them that hang! How may I live without my name? I have given you my soul; leave me my name!” (The Crucible, Act IV)
“I can. And there’s your first marvel, than I can. You have made your magic now, for now I do think I see some shred of goodness in John Proctor. Not enough to weave a banner with, but white enough to keep it from such dogs.” (The Crucible, Act IV)
“A man will not cast away his good name. You surely know that.” (The Crucible)
“It is a pretense…I cannot mount the gibbet like a saint…My honesty is broke…I am no good man…It is hard to give a lie to dogs. Let them that never lied die now to keep their souls. It is pretense for me…” (The Crucible)
“Perchance…he earnestly desired it, but could not...The heart, making itself guilty of such secrets, must perforce hold them, until the day when all hidden things shall be revealed.” (The Scarlet Letter)
“But the daylight of this world shall not see our meeting.” (The Scarlet Letter)
"Should we distrust the man because his manners are not our manners, and that his skin is dark?" The Last of the Mohicans, Chapter I)
"The gifts of our colors may be different, but God has so placed us as to journey in the same path." (The Last of the Mohicans, Chapter XXXIII)
“Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther…So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.” (The Great Gatsby)
“That was a long time ago, but it’s wrong what they say about the past, I’ve learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out. Looking back now, I realize I have been peeking into that deserted alley for the last twenty-six years.” (Kite Runner)
"’But before you sacrifice yourself for him, think about this: Would he do the same for you? Have you ever wondered why he never includes you in games when he has guests? Why he only plays with you when no one else is around? I'll tell you why...Because to him, you're nothing but an ugly pet. Something he can play with when he's bored something he can kick when he's angry. Don't ever fool yourself and think you're something more.’” (Kite Runner)
“A boy who won’t stand up for himself becomes a man who can’t stand up to anything.” (Kite Runner)
"For you, a thousand times over." (Kite Runner)
“Mother removes the live chicks first, placing them in her apron…there is calm efficiency in her face and she does not speak. Her eyes are steady and matter-of-fact—the eyes of Japanese motherhood. They do not invade and betray. They are eyes that protect, shielding what is hidden most deeply in the heart of the child.” (Chicks represent innocence, and their death represents the cruelty of the world) - (Obaasan)
“We must always honor the wishes of others before our own. We will make the way smooth by restraining emotion…To try to meet one’s own needs in spite of the wishes of others is to be “wagamama”—selfish and inconsiderate…It is such a tangle trying to decipher the needs and intents of others.” (Obaasan)
“He does not respond. From both Obasan and Uncle I have learned that speech often hides like an animal in a storm.” (Obaasan)
“Gentle Mother, we were lost together in our silences. Our wordlessness was our mutual destruction.” (Obaasan)
“O, that this too too solid flesh would melt,/Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!/Or that the Everlasting had not fix’d/His canon ’gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God!/How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable,/Seem to me all the uses of this world!/Fie on’t! ah fie! ’tis an unweeded garden,/That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature/Possess it merely. That it should come to this!/But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two:/So excellent a king; that was, to this,/Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother,/That he might not beteem the winds of heaven/Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!/Must I remember? why, she would hang on him,/As if increase of appetite had grown/By what it fed on: and yet, within a month,—/Let me not think on’t,—Frailty, thy name is woman!—/A little month, or ere those shoes were old/With which she followed my poor father’s body,/Like Niobe, all tears:—why she, even she—/O God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason,/Would have mourn’d longer—married with my uncle,/My father’s brother, but no more like my father/Than I to Hercules: within a month:/Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears/Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,/She married. O, most wicked speed, to post/With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!/It is not nor it cannot come to good:/But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue.” (Hamlet, Act I: ii)
“…Give thy thoughts no tongue,/Nor any unproportion’d thought his act./Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar./Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,/Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;/But do not dull thy palm with entertainment/Of each new-hatch’d, unfledg’d comrade. Beware/Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in,/Bear’t that th’ opposed may beware of thee./Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;/Take each man’s censure, but reserve thy judgment./Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,/But not express’d in fancy; rich, not gaudy;/For the apparel oft proclaims the man,/And they in France of the best rank and station/Are of a most select and generous chief in that./Neither a borrower nor a lender be;/For loan oft loses both itself and friend,/And borrowing dulleth the edge of husbandry./This above all: to thine own self be true,/And it must follow, as the night the day,/Thou canst not then be false to any man.” (Hamlet, Act I: iii)
“Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.” (Hamlet, Act I: iv)
“Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.” (Hamlet, Act I: v)
“To be, or not to be: that is the question:/Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer/The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,/Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,/And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;/No more; and by a sleep to say we end/The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks/That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation/Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;/To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub;/For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,/When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,/Must give us pause: there’s the respect/That makes calamity of so long life;/For who would bear the whips and scorns of time;/The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,/The pangs of despis’d love, the law’s delay,/The insolence of office and the spurns/That patient merit of th’ unworthy takes,/When he himself might his quietus make/With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,/To grunt and sweat under a weary life,/But that the dread of something after death,/The undiscover’d country from whose bourn/No traveller returns, puzzles the will/And makes us rather bear those ills we have/Than fly to others that we know not of?/Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;/And thus the native hue of resolution/Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,/And enterprises of great pitch and moment/With this regard, their currents turn awry,/And lose the name of action…” (Hamlet, Act III: i)
“…O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!/Is it not monstrous that this player here,/But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,/Could force his soul so to his own conceit/That from her working all his visage wann’d,/Tears in his eyes, distraction in ’s aspect,/A broken voice, and his whole function suiting/With forms to his conceit? And all for nothing!/For Hecuba!/What’s Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,/That he should weep for her? What would he do,/Had he the motive and the cue for passion/That I have? He would drown the stage with tears/And cleave the general ear with horrid speech,/Make mad the guilty and appall the free,/Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed/The very faculties of eyes and ears./Yet I,/A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak,/Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause,/And can say nothing; no, not for a king./Upon whose property and most dear life/A damn’d defeat was made. Am I a coward?/Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across?/Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face?/Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' th' throat/As deep as to the lungs? who does me this?/Ha!/'Swounds, I should take it: for it cannot be/But I am pigeon-liver’d and lack gall/To make oppression bitter, or ere this/I should have fatted all the region kites/With this slave’s offal: bloody, bawdy villain!/Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!/O, vengeance!/Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave,/That I, the son of a dear father murder’d,/Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell,/Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words,/And fall a-cursing, like a very drab,/A scullion!/Fie upon ’t! foh! About, my brains! Hum, I have heard/That guilty creatures sitting at a play/Have by the very cunning of the scene/Been struck so to the soul that presently/They have proclaim’d their malefactions;/For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak/With most miraculous organ. I’ll have these players/Play something like the murder of my father/Before mine uncle: I’ll observe his looks:/I’ll tent him to the quick: If ’a do blench,/I know my course. The spirit that I have seen/May be the devil: and the devil hath power/T' assume a pleasing shape: yea, and perhaps/Out of my weakness and my melancholy,/As he is very potent with such spirits,/Abuses me to damn me: I’ll have grounds/More relative than this: the play’s the thing/Wherein I’ll catch the conscience of the king.” (Hamlet, Act II: ii)
Random Sayings Found Everywhere:
"You know, it's ironic how seeing somebody being born will make you want to kill yourself..."
"Push will get a person almost everywhere. Except through a door marked pull."
"Truth is stranger than fiction. Because fiction has to make sense."
"Don't argue with idiots, they will knock you down to their level and beat you with experience."
"The most precious treasure is always found in the most unexpected and unimaginable of places, all we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us...and to surpass ‘impossible’ limits."
"We stand in awe before that which cannot be seen."
"Some people just do not understand the beauty of insanity."
"There is no 'I' in team, but there's a 'me' if you switch a couple of the letters around."
"Evolution: Life is a niche, and then you die."
"There is only one difference between a madman and me...I'm not mad. I'm crazy!"
"If you cannot live without me then why aren't you dead already?"
"If I seem to give a care, please tell me. I would hate to be giving the wrong impression."
"I feel so miserable without you; it is almost like having you here."
"The fellow that agrees with everything you say...is either a fool...or he's getting ready to skin you alive."
"Sarcasm: It's the only reason why I haven't killed anyone yet."
"When someone annoys you it takes forty-two muscles to frown about it, but it only takes four muscles to extend your arm and punch the snot out of them."
"Life isn't about the number of breaths we take, but the moments that take our breath away...like choking."
"Finals equal academic suicide."
"If you can't say anything nice then at least have the decency to be vague."
"Depression: Noun - Anger without enthusiasm."
"Exhilaration is that feeling you get just after a great idea hits you, and just before you realize what's wrong with it"
"Nothing cures insomnia like the realization that it's time to get up."
"I don't suffer from insanity I enjoy every minute of it."
"Some people are like Slinky's completely and totally useless but it's completely funny to watch one fall down the stairs."
"We're not out-numbered just think of it as unlimited target session."
"Silence is golden; duct tape is silver."
"An apple a day keeps the doctor away, if well aimed."
"I smile because I have no idea what’s going on."
"Doctors say I have multiple personalities. We disagree with that."
"It's you and me versus the world...we attack at dawn."
"I only know how to do things 3 ways: The WRONG way. The RIGHT way. And MY way. Which is really the WRONG way, only faster!"
"When you were born, everyone around you was smiling and you were crying. Live your life so that when you die, you're smiling and everyone around you is crying."
"I've discovered that I often visit the state of confusion, and I know my way around pretty well."
"My mind not only wanders, sometimes it leaves completely."
"Blackmail is the answer to everything."