On a ship thats made of paper, I would sail the seven seas. (Just to be with you)

On a ship thats made of paper, I would sail the seven seas. (Just to be with you)

I never felt so large and important as I did when being in love was everything. I saw you walking a foot above the earth and I remembered that was where I used to walk.

I thought of my mother (...). Freud wrote that no man is secure in the love of his mother can ever be a failure. Well, I had been busy proving that theory wrong.

It was a once in a lifetime thing. I hate to think it but I bet it's true. It's too bad for us that our once in a lifetime happened when were too young to handle it.

The trouble with excuses, however, is that they become inevitably difficult to believe after they’ve been used a couple of times.

Everything creepy and Southern isn't Faulknerian, just like everything annoying isn't Kafkaesque.