Death Cures All Ills. Well, Most Of

I Have No Personal Stake In These People, Jean-claude, But They Are People. Good, Bad, Or Indifferent, They Are Alive, And No One Has The Right To Just Arbitrarily Snuff Them Out.” "so It Is The Sanctity Of Life You Cling To?" I Nodded. “that And The Fact That Every Human Being Is Special. Every Death Is A Loss Of Something Precious And Irreplaceable.

He Was Twenty. I Remembered Twenty. I'd Known Everything At Twenty. It Took Me Another Year To Realize I Knew Nothing. I Was Still Hoping To Learn Something Before I Hit Thirty, But I Wasn't Holding My Breath.

She Was Just That Shiver That Makes You Walk Faster At Night. You Don't Know Why You Do It, But Some Part Of You Remembers That The Dark Is Never Really Empty. ~anita

More Than Honor, More Than Life, I Love Thee." What Do You Say When A Man Whose Entire Existence Had Been His Honor Offers To Give It Up For You? You Say The Only Thing You Can. More Than Any Crown Or Throne Or Title, I Love Thee," I Said. "more Than Any Power In Faerie, I Love Thee.

Oh, No, A Leopard Blew Up And Plastered Itself All Over Everything, But Hey, Animal Print Was In This Year.