Richard Was A Riddle With No Answer,

We Aren't The Good Guys, Anita. We're The Necessary Guys. -edward

I Stared At Jean-claude And It Wasn't The Beauty Of Him That Made Me Love Him, It Was Just Him. It Was Love Made Up Of A Thousand Touches, A Million Conversations, A Trillion Shared Looks. A Love Made Up Of Danger Shared, Enemies Conquered, A Determination To Neither Of Us Would Change The Other, Even If We Could. I Love Jean-claude, All Of Him, Because If I Took Away The Machiavellian Plottings, The Labyrinth Of His Mind, It Would Lessen Him, Make Him Someone Else.

Oh, No, A Leopard Blew Up And Plastered Itself All Over Everything, But Hey, Animal Print Was In This Year.

I Don't Want Him Hurt Because He Got Out Of Hand With Me." "yet You Would Have Shot Him." I Shrugged. "i Never Said I Was Consistent, Just Serious.

Tell That To The Btk Killer,” I Said. “he Was A Churchgoer, Raised Two Kids, Married, And Resisted The Urge To Kill For Decades. He Was A Person, But He Was A Monster, Too