Guarantees Are For Major Appliances, Not For

People Talk Of Sorrow As If It Is Soft, A Thing Of Water And Tears. But True Sorrow Is Not Soft. True Sorrow Is A Thing Of Fire, And Rock. It Burns Your Heart, Crushes Your Soul Under The Weight Of Mountains. It Destroys, And Even If You Keep Breathing, Keep Going, You Die.

Sometimes Love Makes You Selfish. Sometimes It Makes You Stupid. Sometimes It Reminds You Why You Love Your Gun.

I Wasn't Like Most Girls.

We Aren't The Good Guys, Anita. We're The Necessary Guys. -edward

You Ask Yourself "what Is Love? Am I In Love?", When What You Should Be Asking Is, "what Is Not Love?", Ma Petite. What Is It That This Man Does For You That Is Not Done Out Of Love?