I stood there and stared, into the sky and at the city around me. I stood, hands at my side, and I saw what had happened to me and who I was and the way things would always be for me. Truth. There was no more wishing, or wondering. I knew who I was, and what I would always do. I believed it, as my teeth touched and my eyes were overrun.

Mistakes, mistakes, it's all I seem capable of at times.

I look at her wish we could go inside and make love on the couch. Dive inside each other. Take each other. Make each other. Nothing happens, though.

I guess when someone tells you something they they usually guard, you feel privileged, not because you know something no-one else knows, but because you feel chosen. You feel like that person wants her life to intersect with yours. I think that's what felt best about it.

Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute strength of the man's gentleness, his thereness. (p.36)

The song was born on her breathe and died at her lips.

I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I ever simply estimate it.