Her mind is an unquiet one, words and thoughts and impulses constantly crashing into each other.
Every DayThat they will find each other during the play, once more, in the words of Shakespeare.
Just One NightA living poem" had always been the words that came to mind when he tried to describe her to others.
The NotebookIt was an indulgence, learning last words. Other people had chocolate; I had dying declarations.
Looking for AlaskaThe words which we use in our everyday speech are nothing other than watered-down magic.
Sigmund Freud