I'm so tired of missing things I don't have.

Losing me will hurt; it will be the kind of pain that won't feel real at first, and when it does, it will take her breath away.

The bow is so old, its horsehair is glue Sent to the factory, just like me and like you So how come they stayed your execution? The audience roars its standing ovation "Dust.

But then Mason touches my neck, to the spot on it where the cut from that night has since healed, and I pull away. He was right, after all; it didn't leave a scar, though part of me wishes it had. At least I'd have some evidence, some justification of this permanence. Stains are even worse when you're the only one who can see them.

What is the real question is not whether to be, but how to be?

Willem, I suspect deep down you know exactly why you're here, exactly what you want, but you're unwilling to the wanting, let alone the having. Because both of those propositions are terrifying.

In the calculus of feelings, you never really know how one person's absence will affect you more than another's.