It always comes back to the personal, doesn't it?
I've seen too much, and I've lost too many. And too much of me still wants to fix it.
We're all important. All of us. Even if we're not princesses at heart.
I desperately want to write but you're going to have to put up with this mélange of nonsense instead.
Elena's really a lousy soldier. I love her with all my heart, but she should've been a freighter jock instead.
A score shouldn't be the thing that carries a movie.
With apologies to all of the great religious figures in history: turn the other cheek, my ass.