I'm Learning That You Have To Make

Fear, The Strength Of Earth's Religions, Gripping Every Living Soul, Was A Monstrous Human Error For The Making Of Men Whole.

I’d Learned A Long Time Ago That You Can’t Prove A Negative. You Can Prove That You Did Something, But It’s The Devil To Prove You Didn’t Do Something.

Human Lives Are Too Short To Waste In Trivialities.

Without Hope, Love Dies And Parts Of You Wither.

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.