Hatred Is A Cold Fire, And It

He Doesn’t Pretend,” The Punk Pixie Said. He Nodded Toward Doyle. “nice Rings. You Got Anything Else Pierced?” “yes,” Doyle Said. The Boy Smiled, Making The Rings In The Edge Of His Nose And His Bottom Lip Curl Cheerfully With It. “me Too,” He Said.

If You Love Someone, Truly Love Them, You Should Never Cause Them Pain. Never Fill Their Eyes With Something So Close To Grief.

I Am Sincere, Ma Petite, Even When I Lie.

When You Dance With The Devil, It Might As Well Be A Devil Who Can Give You Your Own Corner Of Hell To Rule.

Without Hope, Love Dies And Parts Of You Wither.