Some Would Say The Creator Is A

The Battle Over Flesh And Blood Cannot Compare To The Battle For The Heart.

Grow Up? Get Herself Straightened Out? Her Mind Reeled From The Verbal Battering. No Matter What She Did, Her Father Would Tell Her She Was Wrong. Worthless. Undeserving.

To Love In Any Way Is To Be Like A Child—it Means To Be Vulnerable, To Be Wide-eyed, To Be Selfless. There Is No Such Thing As Free Love; Love Is The Most Costly Expression In The World. To Love Romantically Is To Give Of Oneself Fully And Completely, A Merging And Meshing Of Souls So That The Twain Become A Unity. It Is To Allow The Sense Of Wonder To Fully Enrapture.

No One Wanted To Look At The Common Evils Of Society. Very Few Were Willing To Put Aside Their Own Pursuit Of Happiness Long Enough To Consider The Effects Of Greed And Jealousy Around Them. From What She'd Seen, Humans Were Essentially Troubled. For Every One Behind Bars, Another Ten Deserved To Be Behind Bars, But That Would Put One In Ten Americans Behind Bars.

Keep Your Words. This Pain Is No Life." "you Only Feel Pain Because You're Alive, Boy!" The Keeper Thundered. "this Is The Mystery Of It. Life Is Lived On The Ragged Edge Of The Cliff. Fall Off And You Might Die, But Run From It And You Are Already Dead!