“I crave broken men.When I try to save other peopleam I trying to save myself?Am I covering up for my lack of strengthby putting people back together?I am tired.I want someone to save me - build an intricate weband place it beneath me in case I fall.”

“When I try to save other people am I trying to save myself? Am I covering up for my lack of strength by putting people back together?”

“I am I and my circumstance; and, if I do not save it, I do not save myself.”

“AirbagIn the next world warin a jack knifed juggernaut,I am born again.In the neon sign,scrolling up and down,I am born again.In an interstellar burst,I am back to save the universe.In a deep deep sleep,of the innocent,I am born again.In a fast German car,I’m amazed that I survived,an airbag saved my life.In an interstellar burst,I am back to save the universe.In an interstellar burst,I am back to save the universe.In an interstellar burst,I am back to save the universe.”

“And yet here I am—torn: wantingto pull him closer, saving him, and at the same timewishing I could hop on the back of his motorcycle and,for once, allow someone to save me.”

“I object to being told that I am saving daylight when my reason tells me that I am doing nothing of the kind... At the back of the Daylight Saving scheme, I detect the bony, blue-fingered hand of Puritanism, eager to push people into bed earlier, and get them up earlier, to make them healthy, wealthy, and wise in spite of themselves.”