Believe me, you’re going to have to do much worse than this–in the pursuit of freedom, the innocents will suffer–and at your hands.

You want a revolution, start murdering innocents.

You know you’ve found love when they have: a smile that melts you, an innocence that soothes, a presences that glows and a trust in them that grows. – For Lydia

Never had we ever kissed as lovers; if we touched lips it was as brother and sister. In one moment of emotion, our lips fell together by accident, but we quickly removed ourselves as though...