“To all light thingsI compared her: toa snowflake, a feather”

“Children's SongWe live in our own world,A world that is too smallFor you to stoop and enterEven on hands and knees,The adult subterfuge.And though you probe and pryWith analytic eye,And eavesdrop all our talkWith an amused look,You cannot find the centreWhere we dance, where we play,Where life is still asleepUnder the closed flower,Under the smooth shellOf eggs in the cupped nestThat mock the faded blueOf your remoter heaven.”

“You have to imaginea waiting that is not impatientbecause it is timeless.”

“I don’t reply. Surely Tucker wouldn’t bring someone back to a room knowing that I’ll be in the bed too, first shot. He wouldn’t do anything with her after last night, this morning and this afternoon, second shot. Although he is all over her and has been since we got here, third shot. Maybe I didn’t drop my knickers quick enough, fourth shot. He’s probably laughing at me for everything I told him about the dream and stuff I wince and slam the now empty jager bomb glass down.”

“Stay away from him! I haven’t gone near him! His fiancé however keeps following me around. Although now she knows I’m one of his ex’s I don’t think she will be anymore” “What did you tell her?” “I didn’t tell her anything. Just that we dated a few years ago and it meant nothing”

“I have never been with an ugly woman!” he argues.“You’ve never been with one that can tie her own shoe laces either”

“We all have the potential to be great. But only a few are willing to take the steps that lead there.”