I’m Not A Warrior Or A Goddess,”

Abe Glanced At Rose. "you See That?" He Said. "now That's Devotion." She Rolled Her Eyes At Him.

Life And Death Were So Unpredictable. So Close To Each Other. We Existed Moment To Moment, Never Knowing Who Would Be The Next To Leave The World. I Was Still In It, Barely, And As I Looked Up From The Ashes, Everything Around Me Seemed So Sweet And So Beautiful. The Trees. The Stars. The Moon. I Was Alive -- And I Was Glad I Was.

I Had A Standing Arrangement With God: I'd Agree To Believe In Him—barely—so Long As He Let Me Sleep In On Sundays.

Itʹs Not Just The Dress Or The Hair. Itʹs You. Youʹre Beautiful. So Beautiful, It Hurts Me.ʺ

I'd Do A Lot Of Things To Protect You.