Love Is The Pursuit Of Shadows.

Snowman Wakes Before Dawn.

Not Real Can Tell Us About Real.

The Way Love Feels Is Always Only Approximate. I Would Like To Be Without Shame. I Would Like To Be Shameless. I Would Like To Be Ignorant. Then I Would Not Know How Ignorant I Was.

[my Favorite Word Is] And. It Is So Hopeful.

The Sands Of Time Are Quicksands ... So Much Can Sink Into Them Without A Trace.