Which Would Be Worse - To Live

How Am I Supposed To Let You Go, That's All I'm Asking. I Want To Hold You Again, Smell You, And, Yes Too, I Just Want You To Fade. To Please, Please Fade.

You've Learned That Every Good Lie Is Threaded With Truth And Every Accepted Truth Leaks Lies.

I Loved This Woman The Way You Love ... Well, Nothing," He Said, A Note Of Suprise In His Voice. "you Can’t Compare That Kind Of Love To Anything, Can You? It’s Its Own Unique Gift.

Believe It Or Not, Marshal, I Believe In Talk Therapy, Basic Interpersonal Skills. I Have This Radical Idea That If You Treat A Patient With Respect And Listen To What He's Trying To Tell You, You Just Might Reach Him. (87)

I Can't Remember Coming Across A More Precise Evocation Of Innocence Lost Since Golding's The Lord Of The Flies. With The Death Of Sweet Mister, Daniel Woodrell Has Written His Masterpiece-spare, Dark, And Incandescently Beautiful. It Broke My Heart.