It Was A Joint, Which Put It

Laurel: I Don't Need A Ring Or A License, Or A Spetacular White Dress. It's Not Marriage So Much, Or At All Really, That Matters. It's The Promise. It's The Knowing Someone Wants Me To Be Part Of His Life. Someone Loves Me, That I'm The One For Him. That's Not Just Enough, It's Everything.

Winning Can Be Addictive

Caroline Waverly: Sometimes We Hurt More For What Might Have Been Than For What Is.

She Gazed Toward The Marsh That Grew Thicker, Deeper, Greener With Approaching Summer. Mosquitoes Whined In There, Breeding In The Dark Water. Alligators Slid Through It, Silent Death. It Was A Place Where Snakes Could Slither And Bogs Could Suck The Shoe Right Off Your Foot. And It Was A Place, She Thought, That Went Bright And Beautiful With The Twinkling Of Fireflies, Where Wildflowers Thrived In The Shade And The Stingy Light. Where An Eagle Could Soar Like A King. There Was No Beauty Without Risk. No Life Without It.

Why Would I Kill Someone I Don't Know, When I Know So Many People Who Irritate Me, And Havent't Killed Any Of Them?