I can't blame her. but wonder why she's here with me? where are the other guys? how can you be lucky? having someone the others have abandoned?

So, that’s what they wanted: lies. Beautiful lies. That’s what they needed. People were fools. It was going to be easy for me.

I knew I was strong, and maybe like they said, "crazy." But I had this feeling inside of me that something real was there.

people are not good to each other. perhaps if they were our deaths would not be so sad.

The centuries are sprinkled with rare magic with divine creatures who help us get past the common and extraordinary ills that beset us

I like the way Mahler wandered about in his music and still retained his passion. He must have looked like an earthquake walking down the street.

eleven months. now she's gone gone as they go.