I've Never Wanted To Be Loved. And

Ghost?” St. Vincent Shot Him An Incredulous Glance. “christ. You’re Not Serious, Are You?” "i’m A Gypsy,” Cam Replied Matter-of-factly. “of Course I Believe In Ghosts.” “only Half Gypsy. Which Led Me To Assume That The Rest Of You Was At Least Marginally Sane And Rational.” “the Other Half Is Irish,” Cam Said A Touch Apologetically. “christ,” St. Vincent Said Again, Shaking His Head As He Strode Away.

Love Was The Secret Behind Everything...love Was What Made Vineyards Grow And Filled The Spaces Between The Stars, And Fixed The Ground Beneath His Feet. It Didn't Matter If You Acknowledged It Or Not. You Couldn't Stop The Motion Of The Earth Or Hold Back The Ocean Tides, Or Break The Pull Of The Moon. You Couldn't Stop The Rain Or Pull A Shade Over The Sun.

You Can't Love Someone New Without Getting Over The Last One.

Everyone Striving To Be Witty And Sought-after, Everyone Talking And No One Listening.

A Man's Vanity Is More Fragile That You Might Think. It's Easy For Us To Mistake Shyness For Coldness, And Silence For Indifference.