You Must Hurt, Or Be Hurt.

He Was Still In Love With You, Anyway.

This Is The Language Of The World Before—a World Of Chaos And Confusion And Happiness And Despair—before The Blitz Turned Streets To Grids, Cities To Prisons, And Hearts To Dust.

I Don't Know How I Stay On My Feet, Why I Don;t Just Shatter Into Dust Right There, Why My Heart Keeps Beating When I Want It So Badly To Stop

There's Always Some Relief In Giving Up.

Hate Isn’t The Most Dangerous Thing, He’d Said. Indifference Is.