White For Light. White For Love. White

Black Is The Color Of Night. White Is The True Color Of Death

I Haven't Paid For Anything Since I Became Famous.

Maybe She'd Been Drinking Too Much Of The Super-sweet Mexican Coca-cola They Had Down Here. Or Maybe She Was Just Tired, Alone, And Far From Home. Because Somewhere In The Brittle, Concrete Center Of Azrael's Dark Heart, Something Was Melting.

Even If They End Up Together, Which I Highly Doubt, Given The Strength Of That Particular Bond-...-but Even If Schuyler Still Loves Him, Or Thinks She Does, It Doesn't Matter. Because Jack Is Going To Leave Her One Day. I Know He Will. He's Too Much For Schuyler. They're Wrong For Each Other. Anyone Can See That. And When He Leaves Her, I'll Be There. However Long It Takes, I'll Still Be There For Her. Waiting.

It Was Maddening How Your Best Friend Could Twist The Knobs Inside Of You So Much That It Hurt.