Hesitation Will Get You Killed.

I Stared At Jean-claude And It Wasn't The Beauty Of Him That Made Me Love Him, It Was Just Him. It Was Love Made Up Of A Thousand Touches, A Million Conversations, A Trillion Shared Looks. A Love Made Up Of Danger Shared, Enemies Conquered, A Determination To Neither Of Us Would Change The Other, Even If We Could. I Love Jean-claude, All Of Him, Because If I Took Away The Machiavellian Plottings, The Labyrinth Of His Mind, It Would Lessen Him, Make Him Someone Else.

Without Hope, Love Dies And Parts Of You Wither.

Edward's Grief If You Die Will Be A Terrible Thing. It Will Hurt Him, A Lot, And Men Like Him Never Grieve Alone. He Will Spread His Grief All Over Us, Not Because We Failed, But Because It'll Give Him Something To Focus On So He Doesn't Have To Feel The Pain.

People Go Away And They Don't Come Back.

I'm Not Sure There Are Enough White Roses In The World To Make Me Forget Richard." I Held Up My Hand Before She Could Interrupt. "but I'm Not Sure There Are Enough Cozy Afternoons In All Eternity To Make Me Forget Jean-claude.