I'm Sorry. I Know You Loved Her.

They Couldn't Bear The Idea Of Death Being A Big Black Nothing.

I Love You Present Tense,” I Whispered, And Then Put My Hand On The Middle Of His Chest And Said, “it’s Okay, Gus. It’s Okay. It Is. It’s Okay, You Hear Me?” I Had—and Have—absolutely No Confidence That He Could Hear Me. I Leaned Forward And Kissed His Cheek. “okay,” I Said. “okay.

Keys Show Up When You Reconcile Yourself To The Bus.

She Was Nothing But Good And I Was Nothing But Bad, But Then She Died, And I Didn't.

I Don't See Any Point In Nihilism... Just As I Suppose The Nihilist Sees No Point In Everything Else.