As expected: she, the daughter of the Fall, recipient of its heaviest radiation, loved atomically.

I'm having so much trouble with writing. Maybe if I help other people, it'll be easier for me.

Once someone gets a little escape velocity going, ain't no play in the world that will keep them from leaving.

Out of nowhere you said, I love you. For whatever it's worth.

Sucks to be left out of adolescence, sort of like getting locked in the closet on Venus when the sun appears for the first time in a hundred years.

You must learn her. You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept. And, this is how you keep her.

When she smiles niggers ask her for her hand in marriage; when I smile folks check their wallets.