You Sweet…beautiful…lunatic,” He Heard Himself Mutter.

These Impossible Women! How They Do Get Around Us!

Separately They Had Different Strengths. Together They Were Complete.

I Closed My Eyes, Thinking, Let Me Love You, Hardy, Just Let Me.

I Don’t Have Any Mottoes. If I Did I Would Forever Be Contradicting Them.

The Span Of Three Or Four Minutes Is Pretty Insignificant In The Scheme Of Things. People Lose Hundreds Of Minutes Everyday, Squandering Them On Trivial Things. But Sometimes In Those Fragments Of Time, Something Can Happen You'll Remember The Rest Of Your Life.