I Would Hope That My Writing's Cleaner

Sometimes It’s All You Can Do,” He Murmured. “fight Back; Run Wild, Until You Get It All Out.” “sometimes There Is Nothing To Fight And Nowhere To Run.

Knowledge Is A Great Gift, And The Thirst To Seek It Even Greater. Use What You Know...head And Heart...you Are Not Made To Give Greater Weight To One Than The Other.

No Second Chance?" A Wry Smile Twisted Carrick's Lips. "there Might Have Been, Had I Not Waited So Long To Take It.

He Sipped His Coffee, Watched The Flames. "you Gave Me My Life, You Did," He Insisted When Summerset Made A Protesting Sound. "and I Worked-in My Fashion- To Build This Place. I Asked You To Tend It For Me. You've Never Let Me Down. But I Needed Her. The One Thing, The Only Thing That Could Make This Place Home." "she's Not What I Would Have Chosen For You" "oh, That I Know" "but She's Right For You. The One For You." Despite, Or Maybe Due To, Her Many Flaws" "i Imagine She Thinks The Same Thing About You". Memory In Death, Roarke And Summerset

But When Two People Feel Something, They Ought To Respect That Enough To Figure It Out