You Mistake Patience For Forbearance.

We're Children. We're Supposed To Be Childish.

Light Our Fire And Protect Us From The Dark, Blah Blah, Light Our Way And Keep Us Toasty Warm, The Night Is Dark And Full Of Terrors, Save Us From The Scary Things, And Blah Blah Blah Some More.

Fire Consumes, But Cold Preserves.

I Will Hurt You For This. I Don't Know How Yet, But Give Me Time. A Day Will Come When You Think Yourself Safe And Happy, And Suddenly Your Joy Will Turn To Ashes In Your Mouth, And You'll Know The Debt Is Paid.

She Had Never Loved Him So Much As She Did In That Instant.