Which Would Be Worse -

And Often The Worst Thing Wasn't The Victims--they Were Dead, After All, And Beyond Any More Pain. The Worst Thing Was Those Who Loved Them And Survived Them. Often The Walking Dead From Now On, Shell-shocked, Hearts Ruptured, Stumbling Through The Remainder Of Their Lives Without Anything Left Inside Of Them But Blood And Organs, Impervious To Pain, Having Learned Nothing Except That The Worst Things Did, In Fact, Sometimes Happen. (mystic River)

Charm Was The Luxury Of Those Who Still Believed In The Essential Rightness Of Things. In Purity And Picket Fences.

It's Hard To Close The Door On Optimistic Expectations When You Love Someone.

What's Your Name?" "emma Gould," She Said. "what's Yours?" "wanted." "by All The Girls Or Just The Law?

When I Was Young, I Asked My Priest How To Get To Heaven And Still Protect Yourself From All The Evil In The World. He Told Me What God Told His Children;'you Are Sheep Among Wolves, Be Wise As The Serpent, Yet Innocent As Doves.