And I Am Aware Of My Heart:

The Claw Of The Magnolia, Drunk On Its Own Scents, Asks Nothing Of Life.

Some Things Are Hard To Write About. After Something Happens To You, You Go To Write It Down, And Either You Over Dramatize It, Or Underplay It, Exaggerate The Wrong Parts Or Ignore The Important Ones. At Any Rate, You Never Write It Quite The Way You Want To.

I Like People Too Much Or Not At All.

If Doctor Nolan Asked Me For The Matches, I Would Say That I'd Thought They Were Made Of Candy And Had Eaten Them.

And I, Love, Am A Pathological Liar.