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You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht, your hat strategically dipped below one eye, your scarf it was apricot. You had one eye in the mirror as you watched yourself gavotte.

You think that you deserve to be locked away in a small, dark room, and I know exactly whose fault that is. As much as I appreciate your anger on my behalf, it has not escaped my attention that you, too, seem to think that you deserve to be locked away in a small, dark room.

Some of us can only live in songs of love and trouble. Some of us can only live in bubbles.

Even rituals that seem empty and hollow are still rituals, though, and every ritual is worth something.

But I find that lately I’ve been crying like a tall child.

Their arrival startles a couple of the rabbits into diving into their boxes, but he starts to make apologetic babytalk (haschen, haschen? kaninchen) as he presses his fingers to the wire mesh, and a black and white and a cinnamon-colored one come up curiously.

You’re sorry-grateful. Regretful-happy. Why look for answers where none occur?

My life came and went. Short flight, free descent. Poor flight attendant.

She didn’t body-switch with him, she was possessed by him! To exorcise his influence, I’ll have to slip completely inside her body, and open my mind totally to Ray’s telepathic power – gambling that the image of herself she sees in my thoughts will be enough to break her free!

“It should have been me,” he whispered. He'd never admitted it before, not even to himself. “Before either of them – it should have been me.”

If people were to assume, wrongly, that we were, er, in a close relationship, any suitresses – Or suitors. – might fear that they would stir one morning with a thinly-veiled death threat pinned to their bed-board with a dagger. And if I had no interest in said individuals?

It is sometimes visible, sometimes invisible, but ever and anon padding lightly in the rear of people, then again before them, or at their side. In size it is somewhat larger than a sheep, with long, smooth hair. It is certainly safer to leave the creature alone.

Into the earth I sank, till I did lie full six feet under ground – there is no weight that can follow here, however great.

For all the encouraging things people tell you, and for all the reasons you’re supposed to be fine on your own, realizing that many of your closest friends have a kind of life you can only aspire to is kind of unshakable.

You said you wanted to stay friends and I said I would like that a lot, but are we still friends if we never talk?

Oh, the things we invent when we are scared and want to be rescued.

“It's an easy mistake to make,” she assures him. “You're human. Humans screw up all the time.” He feels like breaking something, the anger raging under his skin. “All I do is make mistakes.”

Oh God, that I were a man! I would eat his heart in the marketplace.

Clytemnestra dreams that she is nursing a snake at her breast – the baby who will bring about her death.

Poor fish, poor flesh. You can never forget. Once every wall was water. The seeds of restlessness made you, finally, swim toward the world, kicking and shouting but trailing a mossy darkness – a dream that would never breathe air and was hinged to your wildest joy like a shadow.