I Will Be Waiting By Candlelight In

Was There Any Human Urge More Pitiful-or More Intense- Than Wanting Another Chance At Something?

It Was Something... The Way A Person's Life Picked Up Speed, The Way A Life Was Like A Bullet Aimed At One Final Target, Impossible To Slow Or Turn Aside, And Like The Bullet, You Were Ignorant Of What You Were Going To Hit, Would Never Know Anything Except The Rush And The Impact.

You Loved Me As Hard As You Knew How. I'd Give Anything To Go Back And Love You Better.

Fantasy Was Always Only A Reality Waiting To Be Switched On.

It Was Like Wondering How Evil Had Come Into The World Or What Happens To A Person After He Dies: An Interesting Philosophical Exercise, But Also Curiously Pointless, Since Evil And Death Happened, Regardless Of The Why And The How And What-it-meant.