I had it all wrong. Before I found you, I thought the only way to hold on was to find something to live for. It isn't. To hold on, you have to find something you're willing to die for.

A moment comes in war when the last lines must be crossed. The line that separates what you hold a from what total war demands. If he couldn't cross that line, the battle was over, and he was lost.

I think that's the way it is. When you love someone. Something happens to them, and it's a punch in the heart. Not like a punch in the heart; a real punch in the heart.

The girl sleeping and the finisher, willing himself to finish her.
Why didn't he finish her?
Why couldn't he finish her?

Cruelty isn't a personality trait. Cruelty is a habit.

Thinking about the bacon- the potential of bacon- gives me hope. Not all is lost if bacon isn't.