Compromise Is An Imperfect Act.

Human Lives Are Too Short To Waste In Trivialities.

People Talk Of Sorrow As If It Is Soft, A Thing Of Water And Tears. But True Sorrow Is Not Soft. True Sorrow Is A Thing Of Fire, And Rock. It Burns Your Heart, Crushes Your Soul Under The Weight Of Mountains. It Destroys, And Even If You Keep Breathing, Keep Going, You Die.

Sometimes The Monsters Are Real, Anita. Sometimes They’re Real And The Only Way To Defeat Them Is To Be The Bigger Monster.' - Chang Bibi To Anita

Sometimes It's Not The Optimist You Need, But Another Pessimist To Walk Beside You And Know, Absolutely Know, That The Sound In The Dark Is A Monster, And It Really Is As Bad As You Think. Did That Sound Hopeless? It Didn't Feel Hopeless. It Felt Reassuring. It Felt - Real.

I Will Bathe In Your Warmth Ma Petite. Roll You Around Me Until My Heart Beats Only For You. My Breath Will Grow Warm From Your Kiss.