“I once had a rose named after me and I was very flattered. But I was not pleased to read the description in the catalogue: ‘No good in a bed, but fine up against a wall’.”

“i’d rather have bad times with you than good times with someone else. i’d rather be beside you in a storm than safe and warm by myself. i’d rather have hard times together than to have it easy apart. i’d rather have the one who holds my heart.”

Were countless hours of pity like a blanket
that covered up the daylight from your soul?