This is why you became The Flash, Barry. To put things right. You saved a lot of people’s lives this past year. Now it’s time to save yours.
This is the only place in the world where you get to see people for who they really are.
Things don’t just happen. People make choices. They want things, and then they go for them.
These people. You shut the door, they come in the window. You shut the window, they come down the chimney. They never give up.
There’s no money anywhere near rap. Now, I know it look fun and games on The Shade Room, but nigg** die. People are forgotten. S*** is real.
There’s a whole lot of people still got to die.
There’s a way people tend to speak and behave when they lie.
There are two kinds of people that made America: searchers and settlers.
There are two kinds of folks who sit around thinking about how to kill people. Psychopaths and mystery writers.
There are people who run from the fire, and there are people who run into it.
There are only two kinds of people left in this world, the ones brave enough to walk with the dead and everybody else.
There are no bad dogs, just bad owners. If you treat a dog bad and show them no love, that’s what they act like. If you show them kindness and hope, they’re fine. It’s the same with people.
