Dead Bodies Are Such Trouble,”

All The Small, Simple, Conscious Acts Of Living A Sudden Defense Against The Dying We Do Every Day.

No, I Call. Come Back. I'm Here, He Says. But I Can't See. It's Too Bright. You Can't Hold Back The Light, Gemma. I'm Here. Trust Me.

Maybe That's What Real Friendship Is -- Getting So Used To People That You Need To Be Annoyed By Them.

When I Dream, I Dream Of Him.

I Have Done What They Expected Of Me. I Have Curtsied For My Queen And Made My Debut. This Is What I Have Anticipated Eagerly For Years. So Why Do I Feel So Unsatisfied? Everyone Is Merry. They Haven't A Care In The World. And Perhaps That Is It. How Terrible It Is To Have No Cares, No Longings. I Do Not Fit. I Feel Too Deeply And Want Too Much.