She’s Been Hanging Out With Nick.” –

Our Lives Are Marked And Shaped By Our Regrets. Things We All Want To Take Back And Can’t. In A Perfect World, We Would Never Hurt The Ones We Love Or Cause Hurt To Befall Them. But The World Isn’t Perfect And Neither Are We.

Stop The Pain.” – Tory “you Know I Can’t.” – Acheron “fine. But Next Time You’re The One Who’s Doing Labor Duty. I Get To Sit There And Hold Your Hand.” – Tory (and Again He Laughed. She Glared At Him.) “you Have No Sense Of Self Preservation, Do You?” – Tory

I Would Kiss You Anyway, But I Have A Feeling That If I Tried– (rafael) I’d Kick You In The Nuts And Tear Your Ear Off. (celena) That Would Hurt. (rafael) That’s The Idea. (celena)

Writers. For Some Reason, A Lot Of You Reject What You Hear And See In Your Heads. If You Go Too Long Ignoring It, It Builds Up And Then You Do All Sorts Of Weird Things. Mumble To Yourself. Nightmares. Day-dreams. Total Anarchy And Chaos. Before You Know It, The Writer Is Either Sitting In Corner Feverishly Humming To His- Or Herself Or On Prozac. You’re Not On Prozac, Are You? (esther)

But As The Roman Playwright Terence Once Wrote, From Many A Bad Beginning Great Friendships Have Formed