“But I loved George in part because he believed me; because if I stood in a cold, plain room and yelled FIRE, he would walk over and ask me why.”

“Why are you crying?" shivered the otter. "Because I am cold!" shouted the gnome. "Then why are you shouting?" chattered the otter. "Because," yelled the gnome, "when I shout it gets part of the cold from the inside out.”

“Why would I want to take a chance on being hurt agan?" She asked."Because you're not over me," he said. "Any more than I'm over you.”

“At the very least i should fear you. some would say that I should hate you.""Many would say that.""Yet i neither fear nor hate you.""You-you are comforting me. Giving me sanctuary. Why, Grandma?" Aurox asked."Because I believe in the power of love. I believe in chosing Light over Darkness-happiness over hatred-trust over skeptism,”

“In my head, Carlisle’s kind eyes did not judge me. I knew that he would forgive me for this horrible act that I would do. Because he loved me. Because he thought I was better than I was. And he would still love me, even as I now proved him wrong.”

“I can’t feel my fingers or the cold or the emptiness of this room because all I feel is him, everywhere,filling everything and he whispers“Please.”He says “Please don’t shoot me for this.”And he kisses me.”