Rumors Are The Sauce Of A Dry

Love Is Finding That The Things You Like Best About Yourself Are Not In You At All, But In The Person Who Completes You

I Have Hope For You, If Only Because You're The Only One Left To Hope For.

You Spend Your Whole Life Grieving For Those Who Haven't Died Yet.

Your Trust In Rationality Makes You Irrational.

Personal Affection Is A Luxury You Can Have Only After All Your Enemies Are Eliminated. Until Then, Everyone You Love Is A Hostage, Sapping Your Courage And Corrupting Your Judgment.