The desert seems to be a brown wasteland of dry, prickly scrub whose only purpose is to serve as a setting for the majestic saguaros. Then, little by little, the plants of the desert begin to identify...
We wanted to define her, to wrap her up as we did each other, but we could not seem to get past weird and strange and goofy. Her ways knocked us off balance.
Whos love do you cherrish more? Hers or theirs? when you deside that, it's all downhill from there.
Vowels were something else. He didn't like them and they didn't like him. There were only five of them, but they seemed to be everywhere. Why, you could go through twenty words without bumping into so...
As we meandered, she said my name three times:Stargirl?Yes?That was better than TV.It was.Stargirl?Yes?Does the sun do that everyday?Yes.Stargirl?Yes?Everyday is sun day.
Because that's what you do, you stand up for your best friend. And you eat lunch with him and talk with him and share secrets and laugh a lot and go places and do stuff, and when you wake up in the mo...
You be you and I'll be me, today and today and today, and let's trust the future to tomorrow. Let the stars keep track of us. Let us ride our own orbits and trust that they will meet. May our reunion...
We long to be found, hoping our searchers have not given up and gone home.
Today the mockingbird does not sound very happy. It sounds if it is coming apart. As of the very heart of itself-its song-is breaking into pieces and flying off in a hundred directions.
Each night I lie down in a graveyard of memories. Moonlight spins a shroud about me.
Each night I lie down in a graveyard of memories.
To have a girl two thousand miles away going to pieces over you, weeping at the mere memory of you, losing her appetite, losing herself and her self respect - well, that’s a trophy enough for a guy’s...
دیگر امیدی به پیدا شدن نیست.دنبال من نکرد! بگذار فقط افسانهوار همانجا که هستیم و هر که هستیم بمانیم. تو خودت باش و من هم خودم.امروز و امروز و امروز. و بگذار آینده به فردا اعتماد کند. بگذار ستارهها...
Where were we? she said. Getting credit, I said.What about it?Well, it's nice to get credit.The spokes of her rear wheel spun behind the curtain of her long skirt. She looked like a photograph from a...
Heart and head are contrary historians.
She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow.
Everybody has an angel hiding inside. When you die, your angel comes out. You can die, but not your angel. Your angel never dies.
She laughed, and the desert sang.
I began to feel again something that I had been only dimly aware of before. It was a small, surprising sense of disappointment even as he was kissing me, but the violins were so loud at the time I cou...
I faced the gaudy sunflower on her canvas bag -- it looked hand-painted and at last my eyes fell into hers. I said, 'Thanks for the card.' Her smile put the sunflower to shame. She walked off.
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