Will you love me in December as you do in May?

It'll take you eternities to get rid of me,' she adds sadly, which makes me jealous, I want her to say I'll never get rid of her - I wanta be chased till eternity till I catch her.

..and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didnt know who I was

For life is holy and every moment is precious.

Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea.

My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.

and the stars were icicles of mockery