We Play the broken string of our instruments one last time

But there's so much to do: cigarettes to smoke, sex to have, swings to swing on.

The truth is that in our lives we are all going to encounter questions that should be answered, that deserve to be answered, and yet prove unanswerable.

...all I have to do is stay in between the lines and make sure that no one is too close to me and I am not too close to anyone and keep leaving. Maybe it felt like this for her, too, but I could never feel like this alone.

Those of us who frequent the band room have long suspected that Becca maintains her lovely figure by eating nothing but the souls of kittens and the dreams of impoverished children.

You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect.

You should see it. V for Vendetta I mean. "I'll look it up." No. With Me. At my house. Now