What's Wrong, Little Sis? You

Whatever You Are Physically,' He Said, 'male Or Female, Strong Or Weak, Ill Or Healthy -- All Those Things Matter Less Than What Your Heart Contains. If You Have The Soul Of A Warrior, You Are A Warrior. Whatever The Color, The Shape, The Design Of The Shade That Conceals It, The Flame Inside The Lamp Remains The Same. You Are The Flame.

Our Souls Are Knit. We Are One Person, James.

You Left Me. You Made A Pet Out Of Me, And Then You Left Me. If Love Were Food, I Would Have Starved On The Bones You Gave Me.

Look On The Bright Side," Said Simon, "if They Need A Human Sacrifice, You Can Always Offer Me. I'm Not Sure The Rest Of You Qualify Anyway.

Now I Wonder All The Time How You Go Back After Something Like That. Whether We Can Ever Be Friends Again, Or If What We Had Is Broken Into Pieces. Not Because Of Her, But Because Of Me.