I Can't Even Trust My Own Imaginary

I Didn't Seem To Have That Effect On Anyone But It Would Have Been A Waste For Both Of Us To Be Saints.

I, A Late Riser, Fantasise About Getting Up Every Morning At 5 A.m. To Fetch The Horses In From The Fields.

It Was Love, Of Course, Though I Didn't Know It Then And Finn Was Both Its Subject And Object. He Accepted Love Instinctively, Without Responsibility Or Conditions, Like A Wild Thing Glimpsed Through Trees.

If You Have The Patience To Wait And Watch, History Will Reshape Truth (weakest Of All Forces, And Weightless) In The Image Of Opinion. What Really Happened Will Cease To Matter And, Eventually, Cease To Exist.

I Noticed That Once You Realize Someone's Watching You It's Pretty Hard Not To Find Yourself Watching Them Back.