She perched on her windowsill, gazing at the lurid sun soaking into the Caldera, trying to appreciate it even though she couldn’t have it. Why did she always feel she had to do something in the face of beauty?

When there is nothing, there is the possibility of everything.

It was funny to hear her voice aloud. Her thoughts and perceptions usually existed so deep inside her, they rarely made it to the surface without a deliberate effort.

Hey," he said. "It's someday." He said the last word in Greek.

I love her. I need her. I gave away everything I had for her. I just wanted her to know me.

This body is breaking down, but I am not.

It was probably good you couldn't flip the love switch because sometimes it was what you needed even if you didn't want it.