If My Love Can Hold You, I'll

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.

Hardy Cates," I Said, Coming Into The Room, "you Behave, Or I'll Step On Your Tube." The Nurse Seemed Taken Aback By My Unsympathetic Bedside Manner. But Hardy's Gaze Met Mine In A Moment Of Bright, Hot Voltage, And He Relaxed, Reassured In A Way That Cooing Sympathy Could Never Have Done. "that Only Works If It's A Breathing Tube," He Told Me.

Love Will Break Your Heart,[...] But Love Can Also Mend It. Not Many Things In Life Are Both The Cause And The Cure.

No. But I Understand Her. Life Makes People What They Are.

Fencing Isn't Really Fighting. It's More Like Chess With The Risk Of Puncture Wounds