Some Wounds Cut Us So Deep That

True Power Comes When Others Offer It To You And You Merely Accept It As A Gift, Not As The Spoils Of Some Personal War.

I Cannot Do It. I Cannot Bear It. I Cannot Go Back To What I Was Here. I Cannot Stand At Her Side And Watch Another Take Her. I Am Not That Strong Or That Good.

I Didn't Want To Understand. Bert Had Been Thrilled That The Police Wanted To Put Me On Retainer. He Told Me I Would Gain Valuable Experience Working With The Police. All I Had Gained So Far Was A Wider Variety Of Nightmares.

I'd Never Met Coffee That Wasn't Wonderful. It Was Just A Matter Of How Wonderful It Was.

I Got Out My Jar Of Ointment. I Knew Animators Who Had Special Containers For The Ointment. Crockery, Hand-blown Glass, Mystical Symbols Carved Into The Sides. I Used An Old Mason Jar That Had Once Held Grandma Blake's Green Beans. Larry Fished Out A Peanut Butter Jar With The Label Still On It. Extra-crunchy. Yum-yum.