Is there anything sweeter than the touch of another as she pulls a dead bug from your fur?

You needed love to win at the game of music...I played of sadness. I played of loneliness. Despair. Love found and lost. I played of tragic misunderstanding and weary cynicism and defeat. I played of perseverance, endurance beyond all suffering. Endurance in the face of hopelessness, hope when even hope was a betrayal...And yet, though I played so much sadness, the music at the same time denied despair. How could anyone despair while music was being played?

Love is alcohol.

He's not the only one who's got people to worry about," Rachel said. "I have a family. Weall do.""Not me," Tobias said softly. He smiled his sad, crooked smile. "It's true. No one gives a rat'srear about me.""I do," Rachel said.

What's love? Something that lasts a week or a month and that's all you can except? Or is it just that some loves have a short shelf life? You know, like yogurt: after a week or two they go bad.And how do you recognize the other kind of love, the kind that isn't like yogurt? The kind that's more like... I don't know, like peanut butter, that lasts forever and always tastes good?