I Have No More Idea Now Of

Gone Is Not Forgotten, But Our Lives Cannot Be A Memorial. This City Cannot Be A Memorial. This City Has To Be A City. Our Lives Have To Be Our Lives.

You Can Give Words, But You Can't Take Them. And When Words Are Given, That Is When They Are Shared. We Remember What That Was Like. Words So Real They Were Almost Tangible. There Are Conversations You Remember, For Certain. But More Than That, There Is The Sensation Of Conversation. You Will Remember That, Even When The Precise Words Begin To Blur.

To Love--to Fall--is Not A Question. To Touch--to Kiss--to Speak--those Are Questions.

Here's What Breaks Us: Even Though We Know Better, We Still Want Everything To Be All Right.

It's Almost Heartening To Think That The Attachment You Have Can Define Your Perception As Much As Any Other Influence.