Grudges Are Bridges With Faulty Spans. Falling

My Fondest Wish, I Suppose, Would Be To Die At The Keyboard Right After Finishing A Book, Perhaps With A Little Time Off To Have Some Really Good Sex. It's Not, 'oh, Thank God, This Is Book No. 250. I Can Die Now.'

She Was Singed, Bleeding, Bruised, And Furiously Alive.

If I Can Make You Unhappy, Then I Can Make You Happy As Well.

You Didn’t Hurt Me, The Situation Did. And Now That I Know Why I Felt That Way, It Won’t Hurt.

Be Yourself. Be True To That, To Your Heart. Patience. See What Happens If You Step Back Instead Of Bounding Forward.