Sooner Or Later A Black Car Came

Fantasy Was Always Only A Reality Waiting To Be Switched On.

You Loved Me As Hard As You Knew How. I'd Give Anything To Go Back And Love You Better.

I Didn't Know The Inner Me Was Hungry," I Said To Art. "that's Because It Already Starved To Death.

You Think You Know Someone. But Mostly You Just Know What You Want To Know.

She Liked Things That Had Been Written By People Who Had Lived Short, Ugly, And Tragic Lives. Or, Who At Least, Were English.