It Had Never Occurred To Me That

There Was Surely Nothing To Indicate At The Time That Such Evidently Small Incidents Would Render Whole Dreams Forever Irredeemable.

I've Always Had A Great Fondness For English Detective Fiction Such As Agatha Christie And Dorothy Sayers.

You Say You’re Sure? Sure That You’re In Love? How Can You Know It? You Think Love Is So Simple?

The Fantasy Never Got Beyond That—i Didn’t Let It—and Though The Tears Rolled Down My Face, I Wasn’t Sobbing Or Out Of Control. I Just Waited A Bit, Then Turned Back To The Car, To Drive Off To Wherever It Was I Was Supposed To Be.

Perhaps There Are Those Who Are Able To Go About Their Lives Unfettered By Such Concerns. But For Those Like Us, Our Fate Is To Face The World As Orphans, Chasing Through Long Years The Shadows Of Vanished Parents. There Is Nothing For It But To Try And See Through Our Missions To The End, As Best We Can, For Until We Do So, We Will Be Permitted No Calm.