The Darkest Nights Produce The Brightest Stars.

Margo Says, "i Know What She's Talking About. The Something Deeper And More Secret. It's Like Cracks Inside Of You. Like There Are These Fault Lines Where Things Don't Meet Up Right.

Because There Is No Glory In Illness. There Is No Meaning To It. There Is No Honor In Dying Of.

Reading A Good Book Helps Us To Feel Un-alone.

We Landed, In Fact, Parallel To A Canal, Like There Were Two Runways: One For Us And One For Waterfowl.

I'm In Love With You, And I'm Not In The Business Of Denying Myself The Simple Pleasure Of Saying True Things.