It Is A Ruined-world, A Nonsense-place.

Everything In Me Feels Fluttering And Free, Like I Could Take Off From The Ground At Any Second. Music, I Think, He Makes Me Feel Like Music.

The Tunnels May Be Long, And Twisted, And Dark; But You Are Supposed To Go Through Them.

Is This Freedom? Is It Happiness? I Don't Know. I Don't Care Anymore. It Is Different--it Is Being Alive.

How Can Someone Have The Power To Shatter You To Dust--and Also To Make You Feel So Whole?

The Idea—the Fact Of It, The Fact That He Even Noticed And Thought About Me For More Than One Second—is Huge And Overwhelming, Makes My Legs Go Tingly And My Hands Feel Numb.