Her Sculptured Face Was As Perfect As

What A Sweet And Succulent Morsel: So Soft, So Salty, So Deliciously Delectable, It Makes Me Want To Wiggle With Delight. You Should Cook For Me More Often, Roran Stronghammer. Only Next Time, I Think You Should Prepare Several Deer At Once. Otherwise, I Won't Get A Proper Meal.' Roran Hesitated, As If Unable To Decide Whether Her Request Was Serious And, If So, How He Could Politely Extricate Himself Froim Such An Unlooked -for And Rather Onerous Obligation.

Life Is Pain...anyone Who Tells You Otherwise Is Selling Something

Root Of A Tree, Fruit Of A Vine, Let Me Pass By This Blood Of Mine.

Some Troubles No One Else Should Have To Endure,especially Not Those You Love.

I Am The Victor. In The End Nothing Else Matters.