The Most Terrible Things Men

You Had Every Right To Be. He Raised His Eyes To Look At Her And She Was Suddenly And Strangely Reminded Of Being Four Years Old At The Beach, Crying When The Wind Came Up And Blew Away The Castle She Had Made. Her Mother Had Told Her She Could Make Another One If She Liked, But It Hadn't Stopped Her Crying Because What She Had Thought Was Permanent Was Not Permanent After All, But Only Made Out Of Sand That Vanished At The Touch Of Wind And Water.

You Know That Feeling,” She Said, “when You Are Reading A Book, And You Know That It Is Going To Be A Tragedy; You Can Feel The Cold And Darkness Coming, See The Net Drawing Tight Around The Characters Who Live And Breathe On The Pages. But You Are Tied To The Story As If Being Dragged Behind A Carriage And You Cannot Let Go Or Turn The Course Aside.” His Blue Eyes Were Dark With Understanding — Of Course Will Would Understand.

If No One In The Entire World Cared About You, Did You Really Exist At All?

He Tried To Learn Seductive Phrases In All Languages, But The Only Swedish He Had Ever Really Needed Was, "do You Serve Anything Aside From Pickled Fish?" And "if You Wrap Me In Furs, I Can Pretend To Be Your Little Fuzzy Bear.

Love Is A Contradiction.