We Understand More Than We Know.

Can I Be Blamed For Wanting A Real Body, To Put My Arms Around? Without It I Too Am Disembodied. I Can Listen To My Own Heartbeat Against The Bedsprings...but There’s Something Dead About It, Something Deserted.

Love Was Like A Steamroller. There Was No Avoiding It; It Went Over You And You Came Out Flat.

A Truth Should Exist, It Should Not Be Used Like This. If I Love You Is That A Fact Or A Weapon?

They Seemed To Be Able To Choose. We Seemed To Be Able To Choose, Then. We Were A Society Dying Of Too Much Choice.

Some People Mistakenly Think Nature Is Very Nice And Benevolent And Never Betrays.