I'm Not Terribly Fond Of Soapboxes.

Edward Smiled, I Smiled, Even Bernardo Smiled. Olaf Just Looked Sinister.

What Is Love? Sometimes It's Just Letting Yourself Be Who And What You Are, And Letting The Person You're Supposed To Love Be Who And What He Is Too. Or Maybe What And Who They Are.

We Were U.s. Marshals. We Hunted And Killed The Monsters. We Did Not Run From Them

I Smiled At Him, As Doyle Squeezed My Hand And I Squeezed Back. "some People Are Addicted To Falling In Love, Doctor. Some People Love That Rush Of New Emotions, And When That First Rush Of New Love Is Spent, They Move On To The Next, Thinking The Love Wasn't Real. What I Felt In Her, And Potentially In You, Is The Love Of Years. Love That Knows That That First Rush Of Freshness Isn't The Real Thing. It's The Tip Of The Iceberg.

I’d Have Much Rather Gotten Dragged Into Someone Else’s Fight Than Face What Was Waiting For Me. Other People’s Emotional Pain, No Matter How Painful, Is So Much Less Painful Than Your Own.