For Love Is As Strong As Death.

I Keep Thinking About Blood, I Dream About It. Wake Up Thinking About It. Pretty Soon I'll Be Writing Morbid Emo Poetry About It.

It Didn’t Matter, Anyway. There Was Only One Thing She Could Ask For, In The End, Only One Real Choice. She Raised Her Eyes To The Angel’s. "jace," She Said.

I Played It For My Bride, And One Day You Will Play For Yours.

Isabella With Her Whip And Boots And Knives Would Chop Anyone Who Tried To Pen Her Up In A Tower Into Pieces, Build A Bridge Out Of The Remains, And Walk Carelessly To Freedom, Her Hair Looking Fabulous The Entire Time.

When I Was A Little Kid, I Realized That If You Say Any Word Over And Over Fast Enough, It Loses All It's Meaning.