The Essence Of Intelligence Was

We Seldom Know What We're Hearing When We Hear Something For The First Time, But One Thing Is Certain: We Hear It As We Will Never Hear It Again. We Return To The Moment To Experience It, I Suppose, But We Can Never Really Find It, Only Its Memory, The Faintest Imprint Of What Really Was, What It Meant.

That Was The Sort Of Everyday Love I Had To Learn To Contend With: If You Grow Up With It, It's Hard To Think You'll Ever Match It. I Used To Think It Was Difficult For Children Of Folks Who Really Loved Each Other, Hard To Get Out From Under That Skin Because Sometimes It's Just So Comfortable You Don't Want To Have To Develop Your Own.

Where Happiness Was Not A Possibility, The Illusion Of It Was Always More Important.

The Real Beauty In Life Is That Beauty Can Sometimes Occur.

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