Our Only Kiss Was Like An Accident-

And My Sister, My Lindsey, Left Me In Her Memories, Where I Was Meant To Be.

Our Only Kiss Was Like An Accident- A Beautiful Gasoline Rainbow.

She No Longer Believed In Talk. It Never Rescued Anything.

I Think That If You're Somebody Who's A Control Freak, The Process Would Make You Crazy, But I'm Kind Of A Process Freak, So I'm Excited To See What He Does With It. I Know It's Not Going To Be My Book, So Just Starting With That Knowledge Frees Me From Having To Get All Freaked Out About It.

She Didn't Even Have To Smile, And She Rarely Did Outside Her House--it Was The Eyes, Her Dancer's Carriage, The Way She Seemed To Deliberate Over The Smallest Movement Of Her Body.