The Thing About Love Is That We

Yet She Likes Complications. She Wishes She Could Turn And Say: I Like People Who Unbalance Me.

I Write About What I Know; And I Write About Things That Are New To Me, And That I Didn't Know Before.

The Point Of Flight. To Get Rid Of Oneself. That Was Reason Enough To Fly.

It Struck Me That Distant Cities Are Designed Precisely So You Can Know Where You Came From.

She Was Forever Tilted Sideways By The Notion That Pain Was Inevitable, Chance Was Cruel, And All Human Ingenuity Should Go Towards The Making Of A Good Cup Of Tea.