She couldn't have told you whether it was because she was afraid, or because such a voice in the darkness seemed of necessity a boon; but she listened to him as she had never listened before; his words dropped deep into her soul.

When balancing a bottle of nitroglycerin on the point of a sword, never complicate the task by trying to tap dance.

She wished him to owe his recovery to her alone – to her care, to her tireless devotion. That is the other side of selflessness: its tyranny.

Nobody understands how hard it is, being captain.

Written By Dave Barry

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