I Think Of My Pile

Memories, Even Your Most Precious Ones, Fade Surprisingly Quickly. But I Don’t Go Along With That. The Memories I Value Most, I Don’t Ever See Them Fading.

It Didn't Hurt, Did It? When I Hit You?" "sure. Fractured Skull. Concussion, The Lot..." "but Seriously, Kath. No Hard Feelings, Right? I'm Awfully Sorry. I Honestly Am.

You Say You’re Sure? Sure That You’re In Love? How Can You Know It? You Think Love Is So Simple?

As A Writer, I'm More Interested In What People Tell Themselves Happened Rather Than What Actually Happened.

What I'm Not Sure About, Is If Our Lives Have Been So Different From The Lives Of The People We Save. We All Complete. Maybe None Of Us Really Understand What We've Lived Through, Or Feel We've Had Enough Time.