There Is Always Room For At Least

She Likes The People With The Endurance To Tolerate The Drudge, The Ones Who Know That Pain Is A Requirement, Not A Curse.

So Much Of Her Time Spent Like This: Dreaming Up Things To Say And Never Quite Saying Them.

Even If You're Going To Die, You Might As Well Die Pretty.

Memory Has A Heavy Backspin, Yet It’s Still Impossible To Land Exactly Where We Took Off.

Whatever You Say, Say Nothing.