You Have To Play It Out Sometimes.

Trees Had Died To Make These Forms, And That Seemed A Great Pity To Me.

You Are Speaking Of My Future Lover. Be More Respectful.

His Eyes Were Still Like Caves With Ghosts Dwelling In Their Depths.

I'm A Middle-class Former Housewife Who Goes To My Daughter's Softball Games.

I'd Been Blindsided With The Most Painful Knowledge: The First Man To Ever Say He Loved Me Had Never Loved Me At All. His Passion Had Been Artificial. His Pursuit Of Me Had Been Choreographed.