I Don't Want To Live. I Want

By The Time A Person Has Achieved Years Adequate For Choosing A Direction, The Die Is Cast And The Moment Has Long Since Passed Which Determined The Future.

Life Has Puffed And Blown Itself Into A Summer Day, And Clouds And Spring Billow Over The Heavens As If Calendars Were A Listing Of Mathematical Errors.

She Refused To Be Bored Chiefly Because She Wasn't Boring.

I Don’t Suppose I Really Know You Very Well - But I Know You Smell Like The Delicious Damp Grass That Grows Near Old Walls And That Your Hands Are Beautiful Opening Out Of Your Sleeves And That The Back Of Your Head Is A Mossy Sheltered Cave When There Is Trouble In The Wind And That My Cheek Just Fits The Depression In Your Shoulder.

“everybody Gives You Belief For The Asking,” She Said To David, “and So Few People Give You Anything More To Believe In Than Your Own Belief—just Not Letting You Down, That's All. It's So Hard To Find A Person Who Accepts Responsibilities Beyond What You Ask.' 'so Easy To Be Loved - So Hard To Love.' David Answered.