A King Who Trusts No Man Is

I Hope This Means You'll Quit Asking Me To Kill You. It Gives Me Indigestion.

His Voice Was Soft And Sweet As Molasses; But My Mother Once Told Me That You Had To Trust That The First Thing Out Of A Person's Mouth Was Truth. After They Have A Chance To Think About It, They'll Change What They Say To Be More Socially Acceptable, Something They Think You'll Be Happier With, Something That Will Get The Results They Want.

She Understood His Passion Because She Felt The Same Way: As If Nothing Was More Important Than The Touch Of Her Skin To His, As If She'd Die If He Left Her.

A Man Says A Lot Of Things In Summer He Doesn't Mean In Winter.

I Am The Reality Of All Coyotes. The Archetype. The Epitome. You Are Just A Reflection Of Me.