No, Death Hadn't Changed [willie] Much. But

I Knew From The Moment I Heard You, The Moment I Saw The Gun And Realized That This Lovely, Petit Woman Was The Executioner, That You Would Never Die Waiting For Me To Save You - That You Would Save Yourself.

Nothing Is More Appealing Than A Handsome Man Who Is Also Uncertain Of Himself.

Love Sucks. Sometimes It Feels Good. Sometimes It's Just Another Way To Bleed.

If I Wanted Death, Edward Would Give It To Me. Because We Both Understand That It Isn't Death That We Fear. It's Living.

I Stared At Jean-claude And It Wasn't The Beauty Of Him That Made Me Love Him, It Was Just Him. It Was Love Made Up Of A Thousand Touches, A Million Conversations, A Trillion Shared Looks. A Love Made Up Of Danger Shared, Enemies Conquered, A Determination To Neither Of Us Would Change The Other, Even If We Could. I Love Jean-claude, All Of Him, Because If I Took Away The Machiavellian Plottings, The Labyrinth Of His Mind, It Would Lessen Him, Make Him Someone Else.