Why Would I Kill Someone I Don't

We're Not Blank Slates. What We've Done, What We've Survived All Go Into Us.

Marry Me, Rebecca...you Might As Well Say Yes. I'll Just Talk You Into It.

...if I Don't Have Twenty Or Thirty Books Right Here, Waiting To Be Read, I Start Jonesing. That's My Compulsion.

Love Wasn't The Soft, Silky Words The Poets Spoke Of. Love,with It's Twin Edges, Was The One Factor That Weakened So Many Women, That Pushed Them To Compromised Their Own Wants, Their Own Needs For The Needs And Wants Of Another.

There Were Too Many Idiot Men In The World, To Her Way Of Thinking. And Most Of Them Ended Up Bumping Up Against Stubborn Women.