Sometimes [...] Real Love Is Silent As

Later, Going Home, I Realized They Didn't Look Alike At All; What Made Them Seem To Was The Aftermath Of Stress And The Lingering Of Sorrow. It's Strange How Pain Marks Our Faces, And Makes Us Look Like Family.

"you Need Hedges.""hedges," I Said, Bemused. "yes, Edgar." He Looked Surprised And A Little Disappointed, As If I Had Failed To Understand A Very Simple Concept. "hedges Against The Night."

Shall There Be Truth Between Us, As Two Men? Not As Friends, But As Enemies And Equals?

Pain Is The Biggest Power Of Love.

So What, Ghosts Can't Hurt You. That's What I Thought Then.