The promise of a gift v. the danger of a promise

Breathless.

It's like your body telling you, "Not so fast, fucker. I'm still in charge here."

At first we let it shape us, and then we shaped it.

We never saw it coming.

God damn it, we were just kids.

This certain cemetary, this night, they don't need me here and I know you're there.

It's funny...after doing all this living and seeing all this dying, I don't feel like doing much of either.

This is the ballroom where I first met your father.

...lines from "Wolves at the Gates", by F. Sumner.