One Does Silly Things When One Is

You’re Attacking That One Like A Wolverine.

Actually," Said Jace, "i Prefer To Think That I'm A Liar In A Way That's Uniquely My Own.

What They Had Between Them Was Still As Fragile As Flickering Candle Flame, As Delicate As Eggshell - And He Knew That If It Shattered, If He Somehow Let It Break And Be Destroyed, Something Inside Him Would Shatter Too, Something That Could Never Be Fixed.

After All, It Was Never Darnay He Quoted, Only Sydney, Drunk And Wrecked And Dissipated. Sydney, Who Died For Love.

We Live And Breathe Words. .... It Was Books That Made Me Feel That Perhaps I Was Not Completely Alone. They Could Be Honest With Me, And I With Them. Reading Your Words, What You Wrote, How You Were Lonely Sometimes And Afraid, But Always Brave; The Way You Saw The World, Its Colors And Textures And Sounds, I Felt-i Felt The Way You Thought, Hoped, Felt, Dreamt. I Felt I Was Dreaming And Thinking And Feeling With You. I Dreamed What You Dreamed, Wanted What You Wanted-and Then I Realized That Truly I Just Wanted You