The architecture of my sister's thinking, now phantom. I fall down stairs that are nothing but air.

I'm layering away: sauce, noodles, I belong to you, cheese, sauce, my heart is yours, noodles, cheese, I hear your soul in your music, cheese, cheese, CHEESE.

And then he smiles, and in all the places around the globe where it's night, day breaks.

She's a sun-kissed beach girl who goes gothgrungepunkhippierockeremocoremetalfreakfashionistabraingeekboycrazyhiphoprastagirl to keep it under wraps.

The first thing I notice is the sky, so full of blue and the kind of brilliant white clouds that make you ecstatic to have eyes. Nothing can go wrong under this sky.

I've no use for talking, would just as soon store paper clips in my mouth.

I didn't know love felt like this, like turning into brightness.