There Is So Much Fragility In Kissing,

Even The Greatest Movements On Earth, Have Their Beginnings With Something Small.

You Can't Tell Me What To Feel

This Is The Language Of The World Before—a World Of Chaos And Confusion And Happiness And Despair—before The Blitz Turned Streets To Grids, Cities To Prisons, And Hearts To Dust.

This Is What Happens When You Try To Help People. You Get Screwed.

Time And Space Recede And Blast Away Like A Universe Expanding Forever Outward, And Leaving Only Darkness And The Two Of Us On Its Periphery, Darkness And Breathing And Touch.