And for a second, just for a second I forget. I forget that this isn't real.
To All the Boys I've Loved BeforeSome men never recover from education.
It Isn't This Time of Year at All: An Unpremeditated AutobiographyFor the Lord touched all parts of creation, and freed and undeceived them all from every deceit.
On the IncarnationWe are all in Love in the same way that we are all in air. Don't forget to breathe.
The Ideal in the WestThere was a point to this story, but it has temporarily escaped the chronicler's mind.
So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish