Truth means facing denial and saying I know who I am, I know who I need to be, and I’m not afraid to become that person no matter what... Never be without fear; but LETI, never be without fight.

— S.R. Crawford

We all know what’s coming. The winds are picking up, spiraling closer and bringing with it a great wave of destruction…none of us can hide…no matter which side you choose, you’ll be dragged into the line of fire and who’s to say, my friend, which of us will come out alive?

— S.R. Crawford

What do you want?" To see the world burn, and a new one be born from the ashes…

— S.R. Crawford

What do you want? What do you want?... To see the world burn, and a new one be born from the ashes…

— S.R. Crawford

What is the date? What is the time? … Great, that’s what Now is. And every second, your ‘Now’ changes. Because all we have is Now. We are continuously living in the Now. Not yesterday, not tomorrow, but Now. Today. The present. And I need you to live in it. To truly appreciate it. To breathe and feel yourself breathing.

— S.R. Crawford

Whoever is messing with my daughter, messing with my home, will be sorry they chose to play this game. I’ll be screaming checkmate before they even realize I moved my pawns…

— S.R. Crawford

Why do the birds return?” “What d’you mean?” Brandon looked lost all of a sudden. “I mean, they could go anywhere. They’re free…so why do they return to this place?” Brandon grinned. “Cause home’s home no matter how bleak.

— S.R. Crawford

You are a blue rose, LETI. Ital™s almost impossible that you exist amongst the other roses, but you do. You bring wonder to those who are lucky enough to find you. The blue rose is lonely, lost and awaits someone special to believe in them; the same feeling I got from you the day we met. Blue roses are incomprehensible and mysterious. And so are you.

— S.R. Crawford

You are a blue rose, LETI. It’s almost impossible that you exist amongst the other roses, but you do. You bring wonder to those who are lucky enough to find you.

— S.R. Crawford

You are a blue rose, LETI. It’s almost impossible that you exist amongst the other roses, but you do. You bring wonder to those who are lucky enough to find you. The blue rose is lonely, lost and awaits someone special to believe in them; the same feeling I got from you the day we met. Blue roses are incomprehensible and mysterious. And so are you.

— S.R. Crawford