Magic naturally fades over distance. But proximity - well, when it works, proximity amplifies magic.

I can't pretend to know what love is. It just is.

There is the sudden. There is the eventual. And in between, there is the living.

I should talk to him I know I should talk to him. But I do not talk to him. I watch after him from afar and love him.

She is so lost in her sadness that she has no idea how visible it is.

Now when I have to remember a date, all I have to do is consult my rap sheet.

What I really want, and what I never get - is to be appreciated.