You And Your Name Dropping He Said,

She Felt As If She Bled Her Regret And Loneliness From Her Very Pores, And Yet She Could Not Shape Those Feelings Into Any Sentiment She Could Imagine Her Parents Could Bear Reading.

Demon Pox. There's Always Demon Pox.

You May Have The Worst Timing Since Napoleon Decided The Dead Of Winter Was The Right Moment To Invade Russia.

I Am Not Going To Live, And I Can Choose To Be As Much For Her As I Can Be, To Burn As Brightly For Her As I Wish, And For A Shorter Time, Than To Burden Her With Someone Only Half-alive For A Longer Time. I Is My Choice, William, And You Cannot Make It For Me.

You Can Never Love Me.