Once A Year, She Remembers That She

The Only Infallible Truth Of Our Lives Is That Everything We Love In Life Will Be Taken From Us.

We Have No Choice. We Need The Communion Of Souls And Only Here Are They Awake.

If You Want To Write About People, You Can Make It Up. But If You Spend Time Talking To Someone And Examining What It Is You Want To Write About, You Discover A Level Of Detail That You Wouldn't Have Noticed Otherwise.

But Of Course There's No Logic To San Francisco Generally, A City Built With Putty And Pipe Cleaners, Rubber Cement And Colored Construction Paper. It's The Work Of Fairies, Elves, Happy Children With New Crayons

He Wanted To Fly In Lightweight Contraptions With Her.