Sometimes I ask myself what would I be if Jenny were alive. And then I answer : I would also be alive." - Oliver.

Her handwriting was curious — small sharp little letters with no capitals (who did she think she was, e. e. cummings?).

What term do you employ when you speak of your progenitor?" I answered with the term I'd always wanted to employ. "Sonovabitch." "To his face?" she asked. "I never see his face." "He wears a mask?" "In a way, yes. Of stone. Of absolute stone.

The explanations for the things we do in life are many and complex. Supposedly mature adults should live by logic, listen to their reason. Think things out before they act. But maybe they never heard what Dr. London told me one, Freud said that for the little things in life we should react according to our reason. But for really big decisions, we should heed what our unconscious tells us.

And then I did what I had never done in his presence, much less in his arms. I cried.

True love comes quietly, without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells, get your ears checked.

There was a brief silence. I think I heard snow falling.