I Loved You!" He Yelled. He Jumped

She Didnʹt Know If She Could Carry On By Herself, But Then, She Realized That If This Wasnʹt A Dream—and Dear God, Did It Feel Real—there Was No Magic ʺstopʺ In Real Life. If She Couldnʹt Deal With Loneliness In A Dream, She Never Would Be Able To While Waking.

It's Not My Fault So Much As My Genius.

He's An Angel. Isn't He Supposed To Love Everyone, Even The Damned? Especially When Said Damned Are His Drinking Buddies.

Somehow, Sydney Had An Internal Clock That Told Her When Time Was Up. I Think It Was Part Of Her Inherent Ability To Keep Track Of A Hundred Things At Once. Not Me. In These Moments, My Thoughts Were Usually Focused On Getting Her Shirt Off And Whether I’d Get Past The Bra This Time. So Far, I Hadn’t.

I Didn't Like Having Reasonable Arguments Thrown At Me.