I fell for her in summer, my lovely summer girl, From summer she is made, my lovely summer girl, I’d love to spend a winter with my lovely summer girl, But I’m never warm enough for my lovely summer girl, It’s summer when she smiles, I’m laughing like a child, It’s the summer of our lives; we’ll contain it for a while She holds the heat, the breeze of summer in the circle of her hand I’d be happy with this summer if it’s all we ever had.

Sam,' the girl said. 'Sam.' She was the past present and future. I wanted to answer , but I was broken.

He didn't like to see either of the women in his family disappointed; it ruined perfectly good meals.

and i was right here , almost right within reach , but still one thousand mile away

Who need to read about real life when there's dragons. Come on!

Rilke says: Verweilung, auch am Verstrautesten nicht, ist uns gegeben - We are not allowed to linger, even with what is most intimate.

His wife's a brand of Christian that forbids a gathering that involves young women dancing in the streets but not races where men die