...i Love 'yes.' It's Practically The Most

I Can't Sleep With You Tonight, Baby, My Head's All Messed Up, You've No Idea. It's Somewhere Else And It's Full Of Voices And Songs And Bad Things.

But In Love Each Moment Is Magnified, And Every Gesture, Word And Syllable Is Examined Like A Speech By The President.

Children, Who Have Yet To Learn Our Ways, Are Notoriously Promiscuous In Their Affection. They’ll Sit On Anyone’s Knee.

What A Quality Of Innocence People Have When They Don't Expect To Be Harmed.

If Jealousy Was The Vindaloo Of Love, I'd Imagined Her Tongue Burning, And Such A Fire Forcing Her To Spill Her Truth.