I wanted so terribly to be good to him.
Time takes the ugliness and horror out of death and turns it into beauty.
Still, looking through the old volumes was soothing, because thinking of the past made the present seem a little less real.
I was wandering around as usual, in my unpleasantly populated sub-conscious.
Rose doesn’t like the flat country, but I always did – flat country seems to give the sky such a chance.
I wanted to know more about the young ... strange that though they laughed so loud, they so seldom smiled. Perhaps laughter was involuntary whereas smiling was part of an attitude to life.