If I come back to you now, can we be what we were before life’s uncertain rhythms tore us so far apart? If I return today, will your arms gather me in, or will I be wrenched away, snatched by riptide I have no power to resist? If I find my way to you, one man standing in a crowd, will I even know who you are?

Some secrets can't be kept too long. No matter how hard you try to hide them, sooner or later they scurry out from your cupboards, cockroaches on the run.

Must be nice to have that kind of unshakable belief in a merciful higher power.

I want to know what it means to be in love. But in my dictionary 'in love' is indefinable.

Communication Was never big in my house. We sat together over dinner, but the only sound you'd hear was crunching and chewing and the little ones asking for more, please. We lived, all boxed up in invisible containers. We hardly knew the people we called sister or father. Jackie and I were the exceptions to that rule.

When i'm with you my blood flows smoothly through

I mean, if you're gonna purposely lose your mind, you want to get it back some day. Don't you? Okay, maybe not.