"...within invisible walls of dreams, we live a life that might have been..."
- John J. Geddes
"...glass words for you, Beloved—rain beads from an abacus of pain..."
"children need calm—they’re artists"
"had almost forgotten the wet brush of your kisses… soft as April snowflakes"
"I get mixed up with the life we led and the life I imagined"
"deprived of magic, wonder wanes"
"my heart, sometimes singing in the afternoon, the most haunting song of solitude"
"I’m mad with loneliness and you’ve been haunting me all day"
"the same—on this page, or the end of your fingertips—always the same"
"Be careful—my heart is broken—and you could fall in"