You're A Diabolical Little Pyro, Aren't You?

Oz Thinks I'm Beautiful," She Whispered To The Stars.

Angel?" I Said. "baby Penguins Eat A Regurgitated Mixture Of Partially Digested Fish, Krill, And An Oily Substance Form Their Fathers' Stomachs. Are You Willing To Eat A Bunch Of Raw Fish And Krill, And Then Barf It Back Up Into A Baby Penguin's Cute, Cheeping Mouth? Like, Every Hour?" Sometimes My Crushing Logic Astounds Even Me.

Max - You Have A Bigger Mission Than Finding The Flock's Parents. Focus On Helping The Whole World, Not Just Your Friends. I Held My Wings Steady, Coasting For A Long, Long Way On A Warm Updraft. It Was Like Floating On A Cloud, The Best Feeling You Can Imagine. I Wish You Could Try It With Me. Maybe Next Time. You Know, Voice, I Thought Finally, My Friends Are My World.

My Life Would Never Contain A Convenient, Pain-saving Plan When It Could Stretch A Problem Out Into An Endless Agony Of Uncertainty And Torture.

Okay, If This Is What Falling In Love Feels Like, Someone Please Kill Me Now. (not Literally, Overzealous Readers.) But It Was All Too Much - Too Much Emotion, Too Much Happiness, Too Much Longing, Perhaps Too Much Ice Cream.