A Patient, Methodical Sort Of Madman. The

Dear God, Woman,"said Will. "are There Any Questions You Don't Want To Know The Answer To?

A Patient, Methodical Sort Of Madman. The Worst Kind.

Have You Tried Talking To Her?" "no. We've Been Punching Her In The Face Repeatedly. What? You Don't Think That Will Work?

I Choose To Be With Him For However Many Days Or Minutes We Are Granted, And To Count Myself Blessed To Have Them.

You Have Ruthlessness In Your Bones And Ice In Your Heart, Clarissa. Don't Tell Me Any Differently.