There's Always Some Relief In Giving Up.

Love: A Single Word, A Wispy Thing, A Word No Bigger Or Longer Than An Edge.

I Start To Back Away Before I Do Something Wildly Inappropriate, Like Jump On Top Of Him.

The Tunnels May Be Long, And Twisted, And Dark; But You Are Supposed To Go Through Them.

Waste Today, Want Tomorrow.

We're On The Other Side Of The Fence Now, Lena,' She Says, Tiredly, As She Passes. "don't You Get It? You Can't Tell Me What To Feel.