In The End, It Is My Belief,

Love Was The Hardest Thing. Don't Let Anyone Ever Tell You Different.

Sometimes I Would Like To Cry. I Close My Eyes. Why Weren't We Designed So That We Can Close Our Ears As Well? (perhaps Because We Would Never Open Them.) Is There Some Way That I Could Accelerate My Evolution And Develop Earlids?

When You Chopped Logs With The Ax And They Split Open They Smelled Beautiful, Like Christmas. But When You Split Someone's Head Open It Smelled Like Abattoir And Quite Overpowered The Scent Of The Wild Lilacs You'd Cut And Brought Into The House Only This Morning, Which Was Already Another Life.

Ursula Craved Solitude But She Hated Loneliness, A Conundrum That She Couldn’t Even Begin To Solve.

Sometimes,' Sylvie Said, 'one Can Mistake Gratitude For Love.