Be Yourself. Be True To

Something Your Father Wouldn't Have Told You, He Began. Taking Blood, It Leaves A Mark On You. No Matter How It's Done, Or How It's Justified, It Leaves A Mark That Goes In Deep. Be Sure You're Willing To Wear That Mark Before You Take The Blood.

You're The Love Of My Life. I Don't Care How Corny That Sounds. You're The Start Of It, And The End Of It. And You're The Best Of It.

He Was A Wild One As A Lad, And There's A Look About Him That Says He Could Be Again." Kathy Sighed. "i've Always Had A Soft Spot For A Wild Heart In A Man. Have You No Sweetheart In The States Then, Jude?" "no." She Thought Briefly Of William. Had She Ever Considered Her Husband Her Sweetheart? "no One Special." "if They're Not Special, What Would The Point Be?

Love Makes Saints Or Sinners Out Of Men.

She Raised Her Eyes To His. They Had Both Come From Misery, She Thought, And Survived It. They Had Been Drawn Together Through Violence And Tragedy, And Had Overcome It. They Walked Different Paths And Had Found A Mutual Route. Some Things Last, She Thought. Some Ordinary Things. Like Love.