My Body Is No Schoolboy.

How Can So Much Beauty Hide Such A Bruised And Steely Heart, And Why Must I Love Him, Why Must I Lean In My Weariness Upon His Irresistible Yet Indomitable Strength? Is He Not The Wizend Funeral Spirit Of A Dead Man In A Child's Clothes?

My Own Funeral, I'd Like To Be Laid Out In A Coffin In My Own House. I Would Like My Coffin To Be Put In The Double Parlor, And I Would Like All The Flowers To Be White.

The Old Gods Will Bring About Vengeance Not So Much Because They Exist But Because I Once Honored Them.

So Until We Meet Again, I Am Thinking Of You Always; I Love You; I Wish You Were Here...in My Arms.

Remember Always, He Said, That Nothing Is As Precious To Us As The Magnificent Gift Of Life. Let The Moon And The Stars Always Remind You Of This-that Though We Are Tiny Creatures In This Universe, We Are Filled With Life.