Patience and propriety. It was the only graceful thing to do.

The point isn't to win the game. The point is to play a beautiful game. (paraphrased).

I heard the silence pouring from them. The audience held themselves quiet, tense, and tight, as if the song had burned them worse than flame.Each person held their wounded selves closely, clutching their pain as if it were a precious thing.

I should have been bolder and kissed her at the end. I should have been more cautious. I had talked too much. I had said too little.

I love her more than just a little. I think it's because we're both somewhat broken, in our own odd ways. More importantly, we're both aware of it.

What? No defense? Any student of mine must be able to defend his ideas against an attack. No matter how you spend your life, your wit will defend you more often than a sword. Keep it sharp!