It Was Getting Hard To

I Hope That One Day You Will Have The Experience Of Doing Something You Do Not Understand For Someone You Love.

The Hardest Part Of Writing Is Not To Get The Ideas But To Remember, Why It Is Important To Get Them.

The Only Thing Worse Than Being Sad Is For Others To Know You Are Sad.

You Have To Do Something Bad To Do Something Good.

I Would Have Done Anything For Him. Maybe That Was My Sickness. We Made Love In Nothing Places And Turned The Lights Off. It Felt Like Crying. We Could Not Look At Each Other. It Always Had To Be From Behind. Like That First Time. And I Knew He Wasn't Thinking Of Me. He Squeezed My Sides So Hard, And Pushed So Hard. Like He Was Trying To Push Me Through To Somewhere Else. Why Does Anyone Ever Make Love?