Sometimes, Just Saying That You Hate Something,

For Beatrice, I Cherished, You Perished, The World's Been Nightmarished.

Announcing Your Death Should Be Like Announcing That You Are A Lunar Moth: It Must Be Done Quietly Or It Will Not Be Believed.

The Way Sadness Works Is One Of The Strangest Riddles Of The World.

Every New Promise Was Like Something Heavy I Had To Carry, With No Place To Put Anything Down.

Deciding Whether Or Not To Trust A Person Is Like Deciding Whether Or Not To Climb A Tree, Because You Might Get A Wonderful View From The Highest Branch, Or You Might Simply Get Covered In Sap, And For This Reason Many People Choose To Spend Their Time Alone And Indoors, Where It Is Harder To Get A Splinter.