If Nothing Matters, There's Nothing To Save.

She Extended A Hand That I Didn't Know How To Take, So I Broke Its Fingers With My Silence.

I Observe, I Write, I Try Not To Remember The Life That I Didn't Want To Loose But Lost And Have To Remember, Being Here Fills My Heart With So Much Joy, Even If The Joy Isn't Mine, And At The End Of The Day I Fill The Suitcase With Old News.

I Hope You Never Think About Anything As Much As I Think About You.

The Animals Are Those Things That God Likes But Doesn't Love.

I Got Tired, I Told Him. Not Worn Out, But Worn Through. Like One Of Those Wives Who Wakes Up One Morning And Says I Can't Bake Any More Bread.