Love can smack you like a seagull, and pour all over your feet like junk mail.

And then like a song we'd forgotten was even on the mix, you stepped into the house and my whole life.

If you have ever had a miserable experience, then you have probably had it said to you that you would feel better in the morning. This, of course, is utter nonsense, because a miserable experience remains a miserable experience even on the loveliest of morning.

Are you who I think you are?

I’d ruin any day, all my days, for those long nights with you, and I did.

A good thing to do when one is sitting, eating, and resting is to have a conversation.

Composer” is a word which here means “a person who sits in a room, muttering and humming and figuring out what notes the orchestra is going to play.” This is called composing. But last night, the Composer was not muttering. He was not humming. He was not moving, or even breathing. This is called decomposing.