Of Course, You’d Warm Up Faster If

I Like It When Pessimism Goes Unrewarded.

My First Language, The True Language Of The Soul Spoken Only On Our Planet Of Origin, Had No Word For Betrayal Or Traitor. Or Even Loyalty- Because Without The Opposite, The Concept Had No Meaning.

Jacob Was A Gift From The Gods.

Making Decisions Was The Painful Part For Me, The Part I Agonized Over. But Once The Decision Was Made, I Simply Followed Through—usually With Relief That The Choice Was Made. Sometimes The Relief Was Tainted By Despair, Like My Decision To Come To Forks. But It Was Still Better Than Wrestling With The Alternatives.

Hate Is A Passionate Emotion.