You Can Believe Something Really Hard,' Faith

I Have No Idea What Andrew Might Have Done, And I Do Not Ask. She Believes That I Can Fix This, And Like Always, That's Enough To Make Me Think That I Can. "i'll Take Care Of It,: I Say, When What I Really Mean Is: I'll Take Care Of You.

Each Memory Is Like A Paper Flower Stowed Up A Magician's Sleeve: Invisible One Moment And Then So Substantial And Florid The Next I Cannot Imagine How It Stayed Hidden All This Time. And Like Those Paper Flowers, Once They've Been Let Loose In The World, The Memories Are Impossible To Tuck Away Again.

People Ask All The Time How I'm Doing, But The Truth Is, They Don't Really Want To Know.

Close A Door, And You'd Still Feel A Breeze Through The Window.

I Drew It Over My Skin Like A Violins Bow, No One Would Ever Hear The Song Of My Shame.