Never Criticize, Unless You Can

Sometimes You Fight What You Are, And Sometimes You Give In To It. And Some Nights You Just Don’t Want To Fight Yourself Anymore, So You Pick Someone Else To Fight.

When I Was Younger, I'd Wanted Someone To Promise Me That Things Would Work Out And Nothing Bad Would Ever Happen Again. But I Understood Now That That Was A Child's Wish. No One Could Promise That. No One. The Grown-ups Could Try, But They Couldn't Promise, Not And Mean It.

The Only Good Enemy Is A Dead Enemy.

You Lie Like Butter Wouldn't Melt In Your Mouth, Edward." He Smiled. "i Don't Lie To You." "really," I Said. The Smile Became A Grin. "okay, Not Most Of The Time, Anymore." His Face Sobered. "i'm Not Lying Now.

Knock Your Bad Self Out.