I Was Tired Of Men. Hanging In

These People Picked You Up And Played With You And Then Left You Lying In The Rain

Although She Was Giddy With Exhaustion, Sleep Was A Lover Who Refused To Be Touched.

A Book's Flaws Make It Less Predictable.

Aquamarines Grew With Emeralds, Claire Told Me. But Emeralds Were Fragile And Always Broke Into Smaller Pieces, While Aquamarines Were Stronger, Grew In Huge Crystals Without Any Trouble, So They Weren't Worth As Much. It Was The Emerald That Didn't Break That Was The Really Valuable Thing.

How Right That The Body Changed Over Time, Becoming A Gallery Of Scars, A Canvas Of Experience, A Testament To Life And One's Capacity To Endure It.