“Have I sung?Have I become soft, beautiful?”

“You have rare beauty the like I have never seen but you will be more beautiful heavy with my seed,” he stated softly.”

“If i could have sung it would be a very sad song.”

“...I hardly ever see your profile, but have I told you it's beautiful? - like the soft gentle lines of snow...”

“When she awoke there was a melody in her head she could not identify or recall ever hearing before. 'Perhaps I made it up,' she thought. Then it came to her - the name of the song and all its lyrics just as she had heard it many times before. She sat on the edge of the bed thinking, 'There aren't any more new songs and I have sung all the ones there are. I have sung them all. I have sung all the songs there are.”

“I want to believe that even though the world's edges have become harder, I maybe be able to find a warm, soft place in it.”