A deadly fact: You can't kill yourself by holding your breath.

They can't kill your dreams, so they assassinate your character.

Remember, what doesn't kill you, makes a great story.

I love seeing people walking by with little smiles on their face because something small happened that made them happy. Maybe they got a cute text, maybe they got love, maybe they killed a man. You will never know.

How do you kill that urge to express what you feel? I need to spell it out, empty my guts off, ensure its depths are known. Else I'll choke.