Although from you I far must roam, do not be broken hearted. We two, who in the souls are one, are never truly parted.

When we think of the past it's the beautiful things we pick out. We want to believe it was all like that.

Vanity is becoming a nuisance, I can see why women give it up, eventually. But I'm not ready for that yet.

No one knows what cuases an outer landscape to become an inner one.

I'm a person of whim, and easily distracted. I don't like multitasking. When I'm doing one thing, I like to do just that thing.

Can I be blamed for wanting a real body, to put my arms around? Without it I too am disembodied. I can listen to my own heartbeat against the bedsprings...but there’s something dead about it, something deserted.

They spent the first three years of school getting you to pretend stuff and then the rest of it marking you down if you did the same thing.