If Words Had Flavors, Hers Would Be

I Would Rather Be In Minority And Be Right, Than In The Majority And Wrong.

When You Care More If Someone Else Lives Than You Do About Yourself- Is That What [love Is]?

If Words Had Flavors, Hers Would Be Bitter Almonds And Coffee Grounds.

What I Want, More Than Anything, Is To Turn Back Time A Little. To Become The Kid I Used To Be, Who Believed Whatever My Mother Said Was One Hundred Percent True And Right Without Looking Hard Enough To See The Hairline Crack.

It Was No Coincidence, That Fear Could Move A Person To Extremes, Just As Seamlessly As Love. They Were The Conjoined Twins Of Emotion: If You Didn't Know What Was At Stake To Lose, You Had Nothing To Fight For.