So I Let Her Go, Too. And

My Heart Is Really Pounding," I Said. "that's How You Know You're Having Fun," Margo Said.

You Matter As Much As The Things That Matter To You Do.

I Think All True Stories Are Hopeful Stories. I Don't Think There's Any Room For Nihilism.

Of Course I Tensed Up When He Touched Me. To Be With Him Was To Hurt Him-inevitably. And That's What I'd Felt As He Reached For Me: I'd Felt As Though I Were Committing An Act Of Violence Against Him, Because I Was.

The Dead Are Visible Only In The Terrible Lidless Eye Of Memory.