Hatred Is A Cold Fire, And It

When I Was Younger, I'd Wanted Someone To Promise Me That Things Would Work Out And Nothing Bad Would Ever Happen Again. But I Understood Now That That Was A Child's Wish. No One Could Promise That. No One. The Grown-ups Could Try, But They Couldn't Promise, Not And Mean It.

Who Is The Love Of My Life? Maybe I Don't Have One. Maybe It's Not Love At All. But If It's Not Love, Then What Is It? I Wish I Knew.

One Thing I've Learned About Vampires--they Keep Pulling New Rabbits Out Of Their Cloaks. Big, Fanged, Carnivorous Bunnies That'll Eat Your Eyeballs If You're Not Paying Attention.

Fear Will Bind You Closer Than Love, Or Hate, And It Works A Hell Of A Lot Quicker.

Children Make That Big A Difference To You? He Asked. I Nodded. Yeah, They Do. I Never Figured You As The Maternal Type. I'm Not, But Kids Are People, Edward, Little People Trapped By The Choices The Adults Around Them Make.