Sometimes the best hiding place is the one that's in plain sight.
How could you fall in love with a three inch worm?
My life and his were twisted into a single strand. Cut one, and you cut both. If he were gone, I would not be able to live through that. If I were gone, he wouldn't live through it, either.
I came to witness. I stay to fight.
Good luck tended to avoid me.
We're a bit sensitive to blood around here. I'm sure you can understand that.