Maybe She'd Been Scared Of

I Am A Giant Squid Of Anger.

Tonight, Darling, We Are Going To Right A Lot Of Wrongs.

I Know What Happens A The End Of Falling-landing.

Do You Ever Wonder Whether People Would Like You More Or Less If They Could See Inside You? But I Always Wonder About That. If People Could See Me The Way I See Myself—if They Could Live In My Memories—would Anyone, Anyone, Love Me?

The Dead Are Visible Only In The Terrible Lidless Eye Of Memory. The Living, Thank Heaven, Retain The Ability To Surprise And To Disappoint. - Van Houten