I Saw You In The Library. With—”

There Was A Man Once Who Said That Mothers Carry The Key Of Our Souls With Them All Our Lives. But You Threw Mine Away

Comforting Someone When They Were Stricken With Loss Was Something Else. It Meant Commitment. It Meant Caring. It Meant You Wanted To Ease Their Pain, And At The Same Time You Were Thanking God That Whatever The Bad Thing Was That Had Happened, It Hadn't Happened To Them.

There Is No Cure For Fictional Character Love, But The Plus Side Is That It Is An Entirely Benign Disease With No Bad Side Effects.

Carstairs Is Alright, I Suppose. If You Like That Sort.” “oh?” “the Taken. The Uninterested.” “as Opposed To… You, Gabriel?” “well, Yes.

Pointless, Needless Suffering And Pain? I Don’t Suppose It Would Help If I Told You That Was The Way Life Is. The Good Suffer, The Evil Flourish, And All That Is Mortal Passes Away.