She should think about her own soul, what she was going to do with this funky tattered pond dank item. Dark and stained, a ruined thing.

Memory is the fourth dimension to any landscape.

Let me tell you a few things about regret...There is no end to it. You cannot find the beginning of the chain that brought us from there to here. Should you regret the whole chain, and the air in between, or each link separately as if you could uncouple them? Do you regret the beginning which ended so badly, or just the ending itself?

I felt beautiful but also interrupted. I wasn't used to being so complicated.

Let me tell you a few things about regret. There is no end to it. Do you regret the beginning which ended so badly, or just the ending itself?

Love's an illusion. It's a dream you wake up from with an enormous hangover and net credit debt. I'd rather have cash.

She should think about her own soul, what she was going to do with this funky tattered pond dank item. Dark and stained, a ruined thing.