Is This One Of Those Days Where

To Love Is To Destroy, And That To Be Loved Is To Be The One Destroyed.

I Think' She Said, Choosing Her Words With Care, ; That Any Good Impulse Can Be Twisted Into Something Evil.

Their Beauty Had Always Seemed To Him Like The Beauty Of Pressed Flowers-lovely, But Dead.

She Felt As If She Bled Her Regret And Loneliness From Her Very Pores, And Yet She Could Not Shape Those Feelings Into Any Sentiment She Could Imagine Her Parents Could Bear Reading.

I Believe In Good And Evil," Said Jem. "and I Believe The Soul Is Eternal. But I Don't Believe In The Fiery Pit, The Pitchforks, Or Endless Torment. I Do Not Believe You Can Threaten People Into Goodness." Tessa Looked At Will. "what About You? What Do You Believe? "pulvis Et Umbra Sumus," Said Will, Not Looking At Her As He Spoke. "i Believe We Are Dust And Shadows. What Else Is There?