This is the past: It drifts, it gathers. If you are not careful, it will bury you.
You can't be happy unless you're unhappy sometimes".
The tunnels may be long, and twisted, and dark; but you are supposed to go through them.
But this isnโt like anything Iโve ever seen, or imagined, or even dreamed: This is like music or dancing but better than both.
I am now officially married to Fred Hargrove. Nothing will ever be the same.
It won't matter if nobody ever thinks I'm pretty (although sometimes I wish, just for a second, that somebody would)