It's Like Tolstoy Said. Happiness

A Girl Doesn't Always Want To Go Out, You Know, Mr. Wind-up Bird. Sometimes She Feels Like Being Nasty--like, If The Guy's Gonna Wait, Let Him Really Wait.

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

Sometimes We Don't Need Words. Rather, It's Words That Need Us.

Ever Since That Happened To Me, I Haven't Been Able To Give Myself To Anyone In This World.

I'm Not Human. I'm A Piece Of Machinery. I Don't Need To Feel A Thing. Just Forge On Ahead.