If people could see me the way I see myself - if they could live in my memories - would anyone love me?
I could stand up and go to her and kiss her. I could. But there is still too much to be ruined.
Stupid human voices always ruining everything.
Think for one minute of those who have loved you up into this day.
Reading forces you to be quiet in a world that no longer makes place for that.
It was kind of a beautiful day, finally real summer in Indianapolis, warm and humid - the kind of weather that reminds you after a long winter that while the world wasn't built for humans, we were built for the world.