"Now I only think about you if it’s raining or it’s not…Is it still raining everywhere you are?"
- Jolene, The Weepies
"For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened - then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret, like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk."
"People fall so in love with their pain, they can’t leave it behind. The same as the stories they tell. We trap ourselves."