I Didn't Read A Serious Book Until

Things You Did. Things You Never Did. Things You Dreamed. After A Long Time They Run Together.

I Know You Can Dream Your Way Through An Otherwise Fine Life, And Never Wake Up, Which Is What I Almost Did.

Life's Passed Along To Us Empty. We Have To Make Up The Happiness Part.

I Think Once You Love Somebody, You Love Somebody; That's Just How It Is.

They May Already Know Too Much About Their Mother And Father--nothing Being More Factual Than Divorce, Where So Much Has To Be Explained And Worked Through Intelligently (though They Have Tried To Stay Equable). I've Noticed This Is Often The Time When Children Begin Calling Their Parents By Their First Names, Becoming Little Ironists After Their Parents' Faults. What Could Be Lonelier For A Parent Than To Be Criticized By His Child On A First-name Basis?