It's back to school time. Or as home-schoolers call it$$$ stay-where-you-are time.

One eye filled with blueprints$$$ one eye filled with night.

It is easy to display a wound$$$ the proud scars of combat. It is hard to show a pimple.

It's four in the morning$$$ the end of December. I'm writing you now just to see if you're better.

If you want a lover$$$ I'll do anything you ask me to. And if you want another kind of love$$$ I'll wear a mask for you.

In our rags of light$$$ all dressed to kill.

Why is patience so important?<br>"Because it makes us pay attention."

I've learned that waiting is the most difficult bit$$$ and I want to get used to the feeling$$$ knowing that you're with me$$$ even when you're not by my side.

If there is any possible consolation in the tragedy of losing someone we love very much$$$ it's the necessary hope that perhaps it was for the best.

When she raises her eyelids$$$ it's as if she were taking off all her clothes.