“I look up upon a sparsely starred abyssHaving wandered to this street cornerIn the middle of the nightWatching the cars and people go byWonderingIf this deep, black nothingnessIs the sum total of b...”

“Under a nights skyFilled with a hundred billion starsIs it so crazy to believeOur paths were destined to cross?”

“What a cruel irony it is, that we get to choose our thoughts but not our feelings.”

“You are my drug of choiceI know youre no good for meAnd though I swear my lipsWill never touch you againHere we are, here we are.”

“Call me obsessed, color me consumedIve always been the type to noticeThe smell of a rose in bloom,But let me confess, this is newYouve stopped my heart, let it resumeAnd I, to finish, must tell it ...”

“Sometimes it feels like even ifEvery inch of my skin was touching yoursI still wouldnt be close enough to you.”

“...I do come home at Christmas. We all do, or we all should. We all come home, or ought to come home, for a short holiday - the longer, the better - from the great boarding-school, where we are for...”

“He went to the church, and walked about the streets, and watched the people hurrying to and for, and patted the children on the head, and questioned beggars, and looked down into the kitchens of ho...”

“The Christmas presents once opened are Not So Much Fun as they were while we were in the process of examining, lifting, shaking, thinking about, and opening them. Three hundred sixty-five days late...”

“I was left behind with the immensity of existing things. A river, suffering because reflections of clouds and tress and not clouds and trees.”

“Take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all, as Ive said before, bugs in amber.”

“Try again. Fail again. Fail better.”