“There were yogurt-colored clouds that afternoon, and I was there, blotting out your sun with a spoon.”

“My love for you would blot out the sun like a cloud made out of yogurt. I hope you brought a spoon.”

“Life is half delicious yogurt, half crap, and your job is to keep the plastic spoon in the yogurt.”

“He is one of those who bring their own dark clouds wherever they go. He keeps them on a string. They are always there, even on the brightest of days. It takes only a chance remark and he tugs their strings, drags them down, and blots out the sun.”

“For I have known them all already, known them all—Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.”

“I felt like I was sort of disappearing. It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing everytime you crossed a road.”