A man touched me: his hand... my thigh.I touched him too: my fist... his jaw.

His hands were weak and shaking from carrying far too many books from the bookshop. It was the best feeling.

The Sun is such a lonely star. Whenever he comes out to see his friends, they all disappear.

Mapmaker mapmakermake me a mapone to one scale, without a single gap.Map every rock,every thought, every treeand erase all the territory.

I think there is something beautiful in reveling in sadness. The proof is how beautiful sad songs can be. So I don’t think being sad is to be avoided. It’s apathy and boredom you want to avoid. But feeling anything is good, I think. Maybe that’s sadistic of me.

I'm ready for another adventure now, take me far away please!Ok one more... But then you have to read to me!

If I read our story backwards, it's about how I un-broke your heart, and then we were happy until one day, you forgot about me forever.

It's HE-RO," the boy argued."No," the girl insisted,"it's HER-O.

We could have been the greatest love story ever told.If only you'd stayed in character.

Life and Death took a break,weary from their burdensome role.Nobody lived or died that day.

She drank in all their compliments and soon she was full of herself.

After you died I realized thatI never really like hunting.I just like hanging out with you.

The doctor's wife ate two apples a day, just to be safe. But her husband kept coming home.