First Of All, Writing At Best -

Love Goes Away When Your Mind Goes Away And Then You're Someone Else.

But Now That She Had Achieved Knighthood, And Thought And Acted As She Wanted And Decided, For One Has To Act In This Way In Order To Save This World, She Neither Noticed Nor Cared That All The People Around Her Thought She Was Insane.

All Memory Can Do Is Scream For Touch.

It Was Only When We Were In That Bed, High Above The World - Then I Thought The Birds Could Have Been Circling Around Our Bodies Circled Around Each Other - That We Made Our World Totally Separated From Everything Else. It Was The Only Way We Could Be Together.

I Understand That Postmodern Literature Probably Means People Like Delillo, The Fiction Collective, But I Don't Get It That Those Writers Are Really Influenced By Postmodern Theorists.