Welcome To The Worst Nightmare Of All,

Of All The Rash And Midnight Promises Made In The Name Of Love, None, Boone Now Knew, Was More Certain To Be Broken Than "i'll Never Leave You.

She Wanted Nothing That He Could Offer Her, Except Perhaps His Absence.

I Haven't Even Had A Life I Could Call My Own, And You're Ready To Slot Me Into The Grand Design. Well, I Don't Think I Want To Go. I Want To Be My Own Design.

The Great Grey Beast February Had Eaten Harvey Swick Alive.

Words Are Sexier Than Flesh.