..I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)

Ever since I was small I loved feeling somebody comb my hair. It made me go all sleepy & peaceful.

I think I am mad sometimes.

The trouble about jumping was that if you didn't pick the right number of stories, you might still be alive when you hit bottom.

Not easy to state the change you made. If I'm alive now, I was dead, Though, like a stone, unbothered by it.

I knew chemistry would be worse, because I'd seen a big card of the ninety-odd elements hung up in the chemistry lab, and all the perfectly good words like gold and silver and cobalt and aluminum were shortened to ugly abbreviations with different decimal numbers after them.

Why do we electrocute men for murdering an individual and then pin a purple heart on them for mass slaughter of someone arbitrarily labeled “enemy?