I didn't understand, either, but love had no sense sometimes. Pondering the why of it was futile.

We're, ah, taking a break to evaluate things, and, um, reexamine our relationship, so I stuffed him in a closet!" I burst out in shame. Timmie's eyes goggled. Is he still there?

You can hear my dreams? God, you must never get any quiet. I'd be shooting myself in the head if I were you.

Brush teeth. Wash hair. Rule undead world with an iron fist.

If you were Catholic, you'd singe the ears of the priest you confessed to.

I didn't understand, either, but love had no sense sometimes. Pondering the why of it was futile.

Well, what did I expect? S&M didn't stand for soft and mushy?