I shrug. "I'll probably mention that I'm in love with you." He chuckles. "Only you would say that in such a I-think-I'll-wash-my-hair-tonight tone.

And I hear nothing because it's like the volume button has been turned down on our lives and nobody has anything to say anymore." "I want to be an adjective again. But I am a noun.

The gods do make playthings of us ... but it is we mortals who provide them with the tools.

To have somone hold you could be the greatest medicine of all.

I live on the Jellicoe Road. Where trees make canopies over-head and where you can sit at the top of them and see forever.

A clean house will result in peace in the Middle East as well.

Simple dreams are the hardest to come true