He Never Leaves, Does He?

You Held Out Your Hand, And I Took It Without Stopping To Make Sense Of What I Was Doing. For The First Time In Almost A Century, I Felt Hope.

I Used To Think Of You That Way, You Know. Like The Sun. My Personal Sun. You Balanced Out The Clouds Nicely For Me." He Sighed. "the Clouds I Can Handle. But I Can't Fight With An Eclipse.

Bring On The Shackles - I'm Your Prisoner

I Had Never Given Much Thought To How I Would Die, But Dying In The Place Of Someone I Love Doesn't Seem Like Such A Bad Way To Go.

You’ve Got To Have A Little More Confidence In Us Than That. It’s Insulting.