Every letter was a love letter.

-Who are you, anyway? -Just someone who knows, from personal experience, how attractive it can be to think you can save somebody else by loving them.

Detroit's a great music town. If your interaction with it was mainly musical, I'm sure you have a good opinion of the place.

It was amazing how it worked: the tiniest bit of truth made credible the greatest lies.

it's amazing what you can get used to.

But in the end it wasn't up to me. The bigs things never are. Birth, I mean, and death. And love. And what love bequeaths to us before we're born.

The time has to be right and the heart willing.