I Don't Need Love Or

How Had It Turned Into This? I Had Lived My Whole Stupid Life Without Him, And Now I Could Barely Make It Through The Hour.

But You're The Hardest Thing I've Ever Done, And You're Also The Best. So... I Think That's The Moral Of The Story Here. Anything Worth Having Is Worth Fighting For.

It Smelled Pretty Rank, But I Was Getting Used To The Smell Of Death, As Much As Anyone Could Get Used To It.

When You Mix Dirt With Water, The Dirt Doesn't Get Clean. The Water Just Gets Dirty.

You Have So Much Going On. It Comes Off Like A..." "static?" I Suggested. "exactly!" He Snapped His Fingers And Pointed At Me. "you Need To Tune It, Get Your Frequencies In Check, Like A Radio." "i Would Love To.just Tell Me How." "it's Not A Matter Of Turning A Dial. You Have No On Or Off Switch." He Walked Around In A Large Lazy Circle. "it's Something You Have To Practice. It's More Like Being Potty-trained. You Have To Learn When To Hold It And When To Release." "that's A Pretty Sexy Analogy," I Said.