A man touched me: his hand… my thigh.I touched him too: my fist… his jaw.

The doctor’s wife ate two apples a day, just to be safe. But her husband kept coming home.

After you died I realized thatI never really like hunting.I just like hanging out with you.

The Sun is such a lonely star. Whenever he comes out to see his friends, they all disappear.

She drank in all their compliments and soon she was full of herself.

Mapmaker mapmakermake me a mapone to one scale, without a single gap.Map every rock,every thought, every treeand erase all the territory.

I think there is something beautiful in reveling in sadness. The proof is how beautiful sad songs can be. So I don’t think being sad is to be avoided. It’s apathy and boredom you want...

If I read our story backwards, it’s about how I un-broke your heart, and then we were happy until one day, you forgot about me forever.

I’m ready for another adventure now, take me far away please!Ok one more… But then you have to read to me!

We could have been the greatest love story ever told.If only you’d stayed in character.

It’s HE-RO,” the boy argued.”No,” the girl insisted,”it’s HER-O.

Life and Death took a break,weary from their burdensome role.Nobody lived or died that day.