When There's Nothing To Do,

You Don't Have To Judge The Whole World By Your Own Standards. Not Everybody Is Like You, You Know.

It's The Real World, Full Of Gaps And Inconsistencies And Anticlimaxes.

Probably." "again With The Probablys." "a World Full Of Probablys," She Said.

If You Want To Talk About Something New, You Have To Make Up A New Kind Of Language.

I Was Feeling Lonely Without Her, But The Fact That I Could Feel Lonely At All Was Consolation. Loneliness Wasn't Such A Bad Feeling. It Was Like The Stillness Of The Pin Oak After The Little Birds Had Flown Off.