“It's likethe silencethat follows the beautiful song.Or the darknessthat follows the glitter in the air.He knewwhat to doto make it better.As I walk toward the door,I take a deep breath.I knowwhat to doto make it better.As heembraced me,I willtry to embracethis daythat follows the day before.”
“Smoke is not chasing me and making my eyes sweat. My eyes are not burning. I am not crying. I am not standing behind my mother and she is not facing the wall and she is not saying, 'Smoke follows beauty.' Smoke follows beauty. Smoke follows beauty. Smoke follows beauty.”
“Am I following a path already laid out for me, or am I making it myself?”
“I fain would follow love, if that could be; I needs must follow death, who calls for me; Call and I follow, I follow! let me die.”
“His boots crunched behind me."And stop following me!" I yelled over my shoulder."I'm not following you.Stop walking in front of me.”
“I am a princess. I do not follow fashions--I make them.”