Friendship Is A Mysterious And Ocean-bottom Thing.

It Was Not Death She Feared. It Was Misunderstanding.

Love Makes Your Soul Crawl Out From Its Hiding Place.

I Feel Most Colored When I Am Thrown Against A Sharp White Background.

When God Had Made The Man, He Made Him Out Of Stuff That Sung All The Time And Glittered All Over. Some Angels Got Jealous And Chopped Him Into Millions Of Pieces, But Still He Glittered And Hummed. So They Beat Him Down To Nothing But Sparks But Each Little Spark Had A Shine And A Song. So They Covered Each One Over With Mud. And The Lonesomeness In The Sparks Make Them Hunt For One Another.

I Love Myself When I Am Laughing. . . And Then Again When I Am Looking Mean And Impressive.