I Like Conventions. I Like Meeting And

Nothing Is More Appealing Than A Handsome Man Who Is Also Uncertain Of Himself.

Richard Was A Riddle With No Answer, And I Was Tired Of Playing A Game I Couldn't Win.

I'd Made Sure I Knew His Name. You Shouldn't Ask People To Die For You If You Don't At Least Know Their Name.

He Said,'trust Yourself, Mon Ami. You Are Not Your Friend With His So-sad Tale. And Anita Is Not Human. Through Us She Is More Than That. Both Of Us Huddle Around Her Humanity Like It Is The Last Candle Flame In A World Of Darkness. But By Our Very Love, We Make Her Less Human, And More.

I Think Like A Detective.