It Is The Loose Ends With Which

Youth Doesn't Need Friends -- It Only Needs Crowds.

Why Do We Spend Years Using Up Our Bodies To Nurture Our Minds With Experience And Find Our Minds Turning Then To Our Exhausted Bodies For Solace?

Death Is The Only Real Elegance.

Maybe Other People's Ideas Of Us Are Truer Than Our Own.

Don't You Think I Was Made For You? I Feel Like You Had Me Ordered - And I Was Delivered To You - To Be Worn. I Want You To Wear Me, Like A Watch-charm Or A Buttonhole Bouquet.