The Future Was In Our Own Hands.

I Had Learned How It Felt To Want More Than The Sweet Touch Of Hand To Cheek Or Lips To Palm, More Than A Kiss, More Than An Embrace. I Was Starting To Discover That It Is Not Only The Mind That Understands Love, But Also The Body.

This Had Been Real: Real In Its Flaws And Uncertainties, Real In Its Small Triumphs, Real In Its Compromises And Understanding.

A Tree Is Never Just A Tree, It Is Bigger And Deeper And Wiser Than A Girl Like You Will Ever Be.

Become My Friend And You Embrace A Nightmare.

His Thoughts Inhabit A Different Plane From Those Of Ordinary Men; The Simplest Interpretation Of That Is To Call Him Crazy.