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The Cost Of Growth Is Always A Small Act Of Violence.

If God Wanted Us To Act On Instinct, We Wouldn't Have The Power Of Reason.

You Are Only As Invincible As Your Smallest Weakness, And Those Are Tiny Indeed - The Length Of A Sleeping Baby's Eyelash, The Span Of A Child's Hand. Life Turns On A Dime, And - It Turns Out - So Does One's Conscience.

Isn't It Amazing How, When You Strip Away Everything, People Are So Much Alike?

There Was No Easy Switch That She Could Flip To Stem The Flow Of Feelings, No Way To Drain The Memories That Pooled Like Acid In Her Stomach Because Her Heart No Longer Knew What To Do With Them.