The Language Of Sin Was Universal, The

I Will Be Waiting By Candlelight In Our Tree House Of The Mind.

Work And Pray, Live On Hay, Youll Get Pie In The Sky When You Die.

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

She'd Thought Love Had Something To Do With Happiness, But It Turned Out They Were Not Even Vaguely Related. Love Was Closer To A Need, No Different From The Need To Eat, To Breathe.

Pick A Sin We Can Both Live With, Is What I Ask.