What Do You Want A Clock For?”

I Was Never More Alive Than When The Dark Passenger Was Driving.

I Had Killed Our Careful Relationship By Driving My Tongue Through Its Heart And Pushing It Off A Cliff.

I Think People Understand Things Different When They Get Older. It’s Not A Question Of Getting Soft, Or Seeing Things In The Gray Areas Instead Of Black And White. I Really Believe I’m Just Understanding Things Different. Better.

For My Part, My Interest In Paris Had Faded Away Completely Long Ago When I Learned That It Was In France.

It's Terrible To Have To Depend On Someone Else.