Acceptance is a thing... look into it. If it is something in you, about you, done by you... and you aren't happy with it... you don't have to accept it. You have the power to affect change. If it is something in someone else, about someone else, done by someone else... and it doesn't directly effect you negatively (actual effect, not perceived, mind you) ... you can rally against it, or accept it. While you may have the power in someway to force change on others... acceptance is also totally a real thing... seriously. Look into it. Don't like what others think, or feel, or do with their lives? Neat. Do those things have a direct negative impact on you? If yes, then communicate (in whatever means are situationally appropriate) and seek a positive resolution. If no, then do as I tell my eight and ten-year-old children... ignore them. You... no matter your age, gender, sexual orientation, belief structure, occupation, or affluence (real or perceived)... You absolutely have the right to accept others. Honest.

— Dennis Sharpe

A lie's true power cannot be accurately measured by the number of people who believe its deception when it is told, it must be measured by the number of people who will go out after hearing it trying to convince others of its truth.

— Dennis Sharpe

Because what’s life Without happiness And where’s happiness Without risk

— Dennis Sharpe

Guns, double-crosses, hitmen… I can get used to a lot of things, but I’m never going to get used to sleeping where apocalypse bugs mate,” Wednesday said, walking into the room looking around. She dropped her Brain on the floor and heard something scuttling behind the cheap plastic wood print veneer covered dresser. She turned to face Alvin, her head cocked to the side. “Seriously. I’m not saying five-star… I’m saying go on Expedia and find a place that actually has stars… any stars.

— Dennis Sharpe

He was in hell. Worse than that, he was in hell, and someone had set it on repeat.

— Dennis Sharpe

Hey, Captain Neck beard! Less talky-talky, more work-worky!” Wednesday shouted rudely down at the man who had been changing the tire. She wasn’t planning on taking shit from a tow truck driving hick today or any other day.

— Dennis Sharpe

If misery were water, he thinks as he climbs into his car and turns the key, I could just drown or let it wash me away entirely.

— Dennis Sharpe

Inching into the room, it’s clear something is wrong here. There’s a tingling sensation up my legs and back before I can even really focus on the parlor’s details. There are silhouettes of people, but I can see through them. It’s like shadows were cast and left behind to do as they please. Lost in the surreal sight of them for a moment, I inch further into the room without noticing that some were now moving behind me. There is no warning. I’m suddenly in the air, and moving backward rapidly toward the wall. It’s almost a full second before my body registers the actual pain of the blow my stomach just took. Being hit by a car doesn't even compare to this, and I didn't even see it coming.“For a shadow, you hit like a sledgehammer!” The words barely escape before something else slams into the base of my skull embedding most of my upper body in the wall and all but removing my head. These things are like Lucy; the disembodied dead who haven’t moved on. I've never met others that can actually touch things physically, they must be fairly potent. I pull my face out of the hole it had been planted in, letting plaster dust fall, coating my chest and legs like snow. Looking around quickly I try to gauge my surroundings. I can’t see them, but I know they’re there. Is one easy night, without a huge dry-cleaning bill, too much to ask for these days? I only have time to dwell on it a moment before my head is bouncing off the hardwood floor; once, twice, and then a third time in quick succession. Now ‘pick splinters out of my forehead’ can be added to my Saturday night to-do list. Damn it, this is not going as planned.

— Dennis Sharpe

In the end, Nora, there’s only time. All we have is time…and even if this wasn’t happening, we still don’t ever have much…no one does. We only have the moment we’re in. We have right now.

— Dennis Sharpe

It must be horny douchebag day,” she mumbled under her breath as she slid the bag’s strap up on her shoulder.

— Dennis Sharpe