He Put His Arms About Himself As

Tessa Was Laying On Her Side, Her Brown Hair Spread Over The Pillow, Watching Will, Whose Face Was Bent Over The Pages, With A Look Of Tenderness In Her Eyes, A Tenderness Mirrored In The Softness Of Will's Voice As He Read.

Change Is No Loss, Will. Not Always.

Declarations Of Love Amuse Me. Especially When Unrequited.

The Measure Of Love Is To Love Without Measure. - Attributed To Saint Augustine

When Will Truly Wants Something,” Said Jem, Quietly, “when He Feels Something — He Can Break Your Heart.