But It Was Another Girl, Young And

There's A Fine Line Between Thinking About Somebody And Thinking About Not Thinking About Somebody, But I Have The Patience And The Self-control To Walk That Line For Hours - Days, If I Have To.

I Picture It Like Judgement Day,' He Says Finally, His Eyes On The Water. 'we'll Rise Up Out Of Our Bodies And Find Each Other Again In Spirit Form. We'll Meet In That New Place, All Of Us Together, And First It'll Seem Strange, And Pretty Soon It'll Seem Strange That You Could Ever Lose Someone, Or Get Lost.

I Think The One Thing That's Changed Over Time Is That I've Come To Realise, As A Fiction Writer, The Fact That I Don't Think It Will Work Out, Doesn't Mean That It Actually Won't.

That We Have Some History Together That Hasn’t Happened Yet.

Rebecca Was An Academic Star. Her New Book Was On The Phenomenon Of Word Casings, A Term She'd Invented For Words That No Longer Had Meaning Outside Quotation Marks. English Was Full Of These Empty Words--"friend" And "real" And "story" And "change"--words That Had Been Shucked Of Their Meanings And Reduced To Husks. Some, Like "identity" And "search" And "cloud," Had Clearly Been Drained Of Life By Their Web Usage. With Others, The Reasons Were More Complex; How Had "american" Become An Ironic Term? How Had "democracy" Come To Be Used In An Arch, Mocking Way?