I needed, I decided, to really know her, because I needed more to remember. Before I could begin the shameful process of forgetting the how and the why of her living and dying, I needed to learn it: How. Why. When. Where. What.

I expertly angled my raison bran to accomodate the g-forces.

It's embarrassing that we all just walk through life blindly accepting that scrambled eggs are fundamentally associated with mornings.

What happened?" "During the kiss?" "No, with you and Caroline." "Oh," he said. And then after a second, "Caroline is no longer suffering from personhood.

People always get used to beauty though.

I thought you hung the moon.

Walt Whitman is HOT! I mean, that guy could sound his barbaric yawps over the roofs of my world any time.