It Took Me A Sleeve Of Girl

But There's So Much To Do: Cigarettes To Smoke, Sex To Have, Swings To Swing On.

Gus Knew. Gus Knows. I Will Not Tell You Our Love Story, Because—like All Real Love Stories—it Will Die With Us, As It Should. I'd Hoped That He'd Be Eulogizing Me.

You Listen To People So That You Can Imagine Them, And You Hear All The Terrible And Wonderful Things People Do To Themselves And To One Another, But In The End The Listening Exposes You Even More Than It Exposes The People You're Trying To Listen To.

Imagine Others Complexly.

We All Matter - Maybe Less Then A Lot But Always More Than None.