Everything I Needed Was In

The Best Lies Are Always At Least Partially True.

She Should Have Remembered That People Have Given Everything They Own, Everything They Are, To Be Taken Care Of, And To Have Their Pain Gone. It's The Lure Of Cults: The Promise Of A Good Family; It's What People Think Love Is, But Love Isn't Absence Of Pain, It's A Hand To Hold While You're Going Through It.

Assuming The Worst Was Always Safer. And Usually Truer.

I Tried To Picture A Young, Insecure Edward And Couldn't, But It Was Nice To Know That Once He'd Been A Boy. Sometimes It Felt Like Edward Had Sprung Full Grown From The Head Of Some Violent Deity,like A Vicious Version Of Athena.

I Feel That If You Are Blessed, Or Lucky Enough, To Be Doing Well, You Should Help Others.