We're Not Blank Slates. What We've Done,

Laurel: I Don't Need A Ring Or A License, Or A Spetacular White Dress. It's Not Marriage So Much, Or At All Really, That Matters. It's The Promise. It's The Knowing Someone Wants Me To Be Part Of His Life. Someone Loves Me, That I'm The One For Him. That's Not Just Enough, It's Everything.

Why Couldn't The Merciful God Turn Down The Sunlight So It Wasn't Blasting Like A Red Furnace Against His Aching Eyes? Because He'd Worshipped The God Of Beer, Thats Why. He'd Broken A Commandment And Worshipped The False And Foamy God Of Beer. And Now He Was Being Punished.

It's An Exceptional Thing To Have Someone In Your Life Who Knows And Understands You So Well. Who Loves Who You Are. A Very Exceptional Thing.

She, As No Other Ever Could, Reached Every Corner Of His Heart. His Joy, And His Salvation.

Eve Talking To Someone On Her Computer And Having Trouble With The Language Translator....."i Have Two Like Crimes. Your Data And Your Input On Leclerk Would Be Very Helpful"marie Pursed Her Lips And Humor Danced In Her Eyes."it Says You Would Like To Have Sex With Me. I Don't Think That Is Correct""oh, For Christ Sake" Eve Slammed A Fist Against The Machine.