I Fear You May Become A Lonely

Little-boy Love...the Cleanest Pain I've Ever Known. Love Without Desire, Conditions, Or Limits - A Pure And Radiant Glow In The Heart That Could Make Me Giddy And Sad And Glorious All At Once. Where Does It Go? Why, In All Their Experiments, Did The Magi Never Try To Capture That Purity In A Bottle? Perhaps They Couldn't.

Stephenie Meyer: Her Vampires Are Sparkly, Which I Think We Can All Agree Is Wrong.

All Fear Comes From Trying To See The Future, Biff. If You Know What Is Coming, You Aren't Afraid.

It's Hard For Me, A Jew, To Stay In The Moment. Without The Past, Where Is The Guilt? And Without The Future, Where Is The Dread? And Without Guilt And Dread, Who Am I?

...one Time You Take A Hundred Thousand Dollars And Let A Vampire Go, The Whole World Turns On You Like You're Some Kind Of Bad Guy.