Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.

No," he repeated, and this time the word tolled in another voice, a king's voice... whose grief was not for what he did not have, but for what he could not give.

Ah, love may be strong, but a habit is stronger, And I knew when I loved by the way I behaved.

You have to be very deep to be dead, he thought, and I'm not. He began to have some concept of forever, and his mind shivered as his body had when he had wakened in the cold nights and thrust his hands between his thighs to keep warm. It will be a long night, he thought.

Avicenna California...Museum of my twisted youth, vault of my dearest and most disgusting memories.

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.

Never run from anything immortal. It attracts their attention.