Age Is Not So Much A Feature

For Some Reason Our Lives Were Marked By Summers. . . . Summer Was The Time When Our Lives Joined Completely, When We All Had Our Birthdays, When Really Important Things Happened

She'd Cried Over A Broken Heart Before. She Knew What That Felt Like, And It Didn't Feel Like This. Her Heart Felt Not So Much Broken As Just ... Empty. It Felt Like She Was An Outline Empty In The Middle. The Outline Cried Senselessly For The Absent Middle. The Past Cried For The Present That Was Nothing.

You Are Not Going To Die, I Know I Said I'd Let You, But I Can't.

How Could You Cleanse Yourself If You Couldn’t Forget?

Wish For What You Want, Work For What You Need. -carmen's Grandmother