“Deep SongBelief is what buries us—that& the belief in belief—No longerdo I trust liltlessness—leewardis the world'sway—Go onplunge in—the lungs willlet us float.Joy is the mile-high ledgethe leap—a breathabove the lip of the abandonedquarry—beliefthe dark the deep.”

“How I would singlike a kettle to keep you”

“holding tight / to their pocketbooks / at the pearly gates / just in case.”

“Daylight Savings"Like the money the lightdoesn't goas far these days”

“Don't you see? The things we once loved do not change, only our belief in them... You are left with the only things that any of us have in the end. The things we keep inside of ourselves, that grow out of us, that tell us who we are.”

“I always get what I want, Rogan. Always.”“And what about what I want?”Wolfe pressed a soft, tender kiss to my lips, the arrogance giving way to deep sincerity. “I’ll always give you what you want, Rogan. Always.”

“The pain and anguish of this journey called "life" somehow seeps deep down into the recesses of our hearts and beats us down day after day. Some of us can let the tears flow and find relief while others buy into the lie that we don't feel those things.”