My Wild, Uncured, Erratic, Incomprehensible Heart.

But That's The Problem With Love - It Acts On You, Works Through You, Resists Your Attempts To Control.

We All Need Mantras, I Guess - Stories We Tell Ourselves To Keep Us Going.

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

There Are More Of Us Than You Think.

That’s A Funny Thing: You Think, When Awful Things Happen, Everything Else Just Stops, Like You Would Forget To Pee And Eat And Get Thirsty, But It’s Not Really True. It’s Like You And Your Body Are Two Separate Things, Like Your Body Is Betraying You, Chugging On, Idiotic And Animal, Craving Water And Sandwiches And Bathroom Breaks While Your World Falls Apart.