I Think At This Point, Safety Isn't

Fate Is The Malevolent Little Jester Sitting Up In The Heavens And Pondering Over How Ridiculous We Humans Are And He Does His Best To Make Fools Out Of All Of Us. And Sooner Or Later He Succeeds.

Ghost?” St. Vincent Shot Him An Incredulous Glance. “christ. You’re Not Serious, Are You?” "i’m A Gypsy,” Cam Replied Matter-of-factly. “of Course I Believe In Ghosts.” “only Half Gypsy. Which Led Me To Assume That The Rest Of You Was At Least Marginally Sane And Rational.” “the Other Half Is Irish,” Cam Said A Touch Apologetically. “christ,” St. Vincent Said Again, Shaking His Head As He Strode Away.

But We Have To Find Ways Of Compromising When We Disagree On Something. You Know What Compromise Is, Right?" "uh-huh. It's When You Don't Get To Have Everything Your Way And I Don't Get To Have Everything My Way, And No One's Happy.

Seduction Is Merely Encouraging A Man To Do Something He Already Wants To Do.

Do You Think I Should Stay Away From Him?" I Asked In A Scratchy Voice. Todd Took A Long Time To Answer. "my Advice Is, If You're Inclined In That Direction, Go With Your Eyes Open. It's Okay To Let Someone Play You, Haven, As Long As You Know What's Going On.