Witch Baby wanted to ask Ping how to find her Jah-Love angel. She knew Raphael was not him, even though Raphael had the right eyes and smile and name. She knew how he looked--the angel in her dream--but she didn't know how to find him. Should she roller-skate through the streets in the evenings when the streetlights flicker on? Should she stow away to Jamaica on a cruise ship and search for him in the rain forests and along the beaches? Would he come to her? Was he waiting, dreaming of her in the same way she waited and dreamed?

If death is your lover, you don't got to be afraid ever that he will ever leave you

But death is stronger than that and when you cover your eyes you are the one who can't see the dark. The dark still sees you.

After his kisses and hugs it feels like without them my body will fall apart into pieces.

You are so intense. Like a storm. It's shocking how intense you are.

The true warrior isn't immune to fear. She fights in spite of it.

What happens to the rest of something when you smash its heart?