- and you are truly human now. You can love, and fear, and forbid things to be what they are, and overact.

I know how to live here, I know how everything smells, and tastes, and is. What could I ever search for in the world, except this again?

They know these mornings well and love them desperately because they cannot last - these people who know that nothing lasts.

For a moment she turned in a circle, staring at her hands, which she held high and useless, close to her breast. She bobbed and shambled like an ape doing a trick, and her face was the silly, bewildered face of a joker's victim. And yet she could make no move that was not beautiful. Her trapped terror was more lovely than any joy that Molly had ever seen, and that was the most terrible thing about it.

What do men know? Because they have seen no unicorns for a while does not mean we have all vanished.

Sitting up all night would be pointless if somebody you loved wasn't sitting up with you, picking out music to play and helping you kill the bourbon. Walking by yourself in the rain is for college kids who think loneliness makes poets.

As for you and your heart and the things you said and didn't say, she will remember them all when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits.