I Hate To Be Like Everyone Else,

We Do Not Realize The Sound The World Makes -- Unless, Of Course, It Comes To A Stop. Then, When It Starts, It Sounds Like An Orchestra.

I Shot You, All Right," He Said, "and You Lost Something, But You Gained Something As Well. You Just Don't Know It Yet. I Gained Something, Too." What?" I Got To Keep My Promise. I Didn't Leave You Behind.

The Basis Of Everything, Of All Knowledge, Is The Ability To Read.

Suddenly, Details Seemed Extremely Important. Details Were Something To Grab On To, A Way To Insert Myself Into The Story.

Silence Was His Escape, But Silence Is Rarely A Refuge.