Love Was Generous Precisely Because It Could

All Lives Are Composed Of Two Basic Elements," The Squirrel Said, "purpose And Poetry. By Being Ourselves, Squirrel And Raven, We Fulfill The First Requirement, You In Flight And I In My Tree. But There Is Poetry In The Meanest Of Lives, And If We Leave It Unsought We Leave Ourselves Unrealized. A Life Without Food, Without Shelter, Without Love, A Life Lived In The Rain—this Is Nothing Beside A Life Without Poetry.

Sitting Up All Night Would Be Pointless If Somebody You Loved Wasn't Sitting Up With You, Picking Out Music To Play And Helping You Kill The Bourbon. Walking By Yourself In The Rain Is For College Kids Who Think Loneliness Makes Poets.

The Unicorn Sonata... Tells Us That Our True Home Is Often Right Around The Corner, If We'd Only Open Our Eyes - And Our Ears - To Find It.

...because In A Way It Happened To Someone Else. I Don't Really Speak That Person's Language Anymore, And When I Think About Her, She Embarrasses Me Sometimes, But I Don't Want To Forget Her, I Don't Want To Pretend She Never Existed. So Before I Start Forgetting, I Have To Get Down Exactly Who She Was, And Exactly How She Felt About Everything. She Was Me A Lot Longer Than I've Been Me So Far.

As For You And Your Heart And The Things You Said And Didn't Say, She Will Remember Them All When Men Are Fairy Tales In Books Written By Rabbits.