I Long For Another Human Face Just

I Said With Perfect Honest, "i Have No Intention Of Trying To Take These Suckers Out By Myself, No.

Beauty: "you Called Me Beautiful Last Night." Beast: "you Do Not Believe Me Then?" Beauty: "well - No. Any Number Of Mirrors Have Told Me Otherwise." Beast: "you Will Find No Mirrors Here, For I Cannot Bear Them: Nor Any Quiet Water In Ponds. And Since I Am The Only One Who Sees You, Why Are You Not Then Beautiful?

Betrayal Would Be A Different Sort Of Sick.

The Insides Of Our Own Minds Are The Scariest Things There Are.

The Story Is Always Better Than Your Ability To Write It. My Belief About This Is That If You Ever Get To The Point That You Think You've Done A Story Justice, You're In The Wrong Business.