"please Stop," I Said. "you're Upsetting The

Life Has Become The Future.

I Knew That Time Would Now Pass For Me Differently Than It Would For Him - That I, Like Everyone In That Room, Would Go On Accumulating Loves And Losses While He Would Not. And For Me, That Was The Final And Truly Unbearable Tragedy: Like All The Innumerable Dead, He'd Once And For All Been Demoted From Haunted To Haunter.

He Really Was Beautiful. I Know Boys Aren’t Supposed To Be, But He Was.

All The Things Paper-thin And Paper-frail, And All The People Too.

You Matter As Much As The Things That Matter To You Do.