Methinks We Have A Clue. Be Still,

I Wanted To Say Something Brilliant. My God, Holmes, How Did You Know The Zombie Was Hiding In The Flower Pot? But I Couldn't Lie.

Sometimes Love Isn't About Being Smart. Sometimes It's About Being Stupid Together.

It Was Like Noticing The Sun. You Couldn't Help But See It, To Turn To Face The Heat Of It, To Bask In The Glory Of It. But Often When The Sun Is High In The Sky, The Moon Is Up There, Too. A Dim Memory Of What She Will Be In The Night, But There, Nonetheless, Dim And Misty, Hard And White. At Night, There Is Only The Moon, The Sun Is Nowhere To Be Seen. There Are No Distractions When The Moon Rules The Sky.

If The Eyes Are The Window To The Soul, Then Edward's In Trouble 'cause No One Is Home.

They Say There Is No Light Without Dark, No Good Without Evil, No Male Without Female, No Right Without Wrong. That Nothing Can Exist If It's Direct Opposite Does Not Also Exist.