You loved me as hard as you knew how. I'd give anything to go back and love you better.

The soul is an irrational, indivisible equation that perfectly expresses one thing: you. The soul would be no good to the devil if it could be destroyed. And it is not lost when placed in Satan's care, as is so often said. He always know exactly how to put his finger on it.

Well. That's helpful. We'll put an APB out on the Gingerbread Man. I'm not hopeful it'll do us much good, though. Word on the street is you can't catch him.

I didn't know the inner me was hungry," I said to Art. "That's because it already starved to death.

I will die like a true-blue rebel. Don't waste any time in mourning - organize.

I am; I was. I want to be.

Love requires Context.