Why D'ye Talk To Yourself?' 'it Assures

I Do Know It, My Own. Let Me Tell Ye In Your Sleep How Much I Love You. For There's No So Much I Can Be Saying To Ye While Ye Wake, But The Same Poor Words, Again And Again. While Ye Sleep In My Arms, I Can Say Things To Ye That Would Be Daft And Silly Waking, And Your Dreams Will Know The Truth Of Them. Go Back To Sleep, Mo Duinne.

Man's Sense Of Morality Tends To Decrease As His Power Increases

Catholics Don't Believe In Divorce. We Do Believe In Murder. There's Always Confession, After All. --brianna Fraser To Roger Mackenzie

He Splayed A Hand Out Over The Photographs, Trembling Fingers Not Quite Touching The Shiny Surface, And Then He Turned And Leaned Toward Me, Slowly, With The Improbable Grace Of A Tall Tree Falling. He Buried His Face In My Shoulder And Went Very Quietly And Thoroughly To Pieces.

He [brian Fraser] Told Me That A Man Must Be Responsible For Any See He Sows, For It's His Duty To Take Care Of A Woman And Protect Her. And If I Wasna Prepared To Do That, Then I'd No Right To Burden A Woman With The Consequences Of My Own Actions.