She Had The Kind Of Fingers You

Tonight, Darling, We Are Going To Right A Lot Of Wrongs.

He Specialized In The Murder Of Dreams, Hazel Grace.

She's Cute, I Thought, But You Don't Need To Like A Girl Who Treats You Like You're Ten: You've Already Got A Mom.

Thank You," I Say, Pounding His Back Probably Too Hard. "that Was The Best Damned Passenger-seat Driving I've Ever Seen In My Life." He Pats My Uninjured Cheek With His Greasy Hand. "i Did It To Save Myself, Not You," He Says. "believe Me When I Say That You Did Not Once Cross My Mind. " I Laugh. "nor You Mine," I Say.

The Miracle And Hope Of Human Consciousness Is That We Can Still Conceive Of Boundlessness.