House: Universe always settles the score
Cuddhy: Does it?
House: No. But it should.
Even though there’s no way in knowing where to go,
promise I’m going.
...But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair
...I can’t ask you to give what you already gave.
I can still let it go, I can still learn to grow into a child again. .. Silence is easy—it just becomes me. You don’t even know me; why lie about me?
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map