Someone Shouts, "enough!" And I Think Too

Fine," He Says. "then I Love You.

Blood Is A Strange Color. It's Darker Than You Expect It To Be.

You Were Afraid Of Shooting People?" "no," I Say. "i Was Afraid Of My Considerable Capacity To Kill." How Many Young Men Fear That There Is A Monster Inside Of Them?

Ser Sincero En Todo Momento Debe Requerir Valor. Yo No Sabría Hacerlo.

I Suppose A Fire That Burns That Bright Is Not Meant To Last.