Your First Kiss Is Destiny Knocking.

As If In The Other Side Of His Kiss There Could Ve A New Life

I Stared At Her Black Hair. It Was Shiny Like The Promises In Magazines.

All You Have To Do Is Desire It, And If You Desire It Enough And Understand Why -- Really Know -- It Will Come.

You're Not Supposed To Look Back, You're Supposed To Keep Going.

She Was Unaware That She Was Somewhat Of A Celebrity Up In Heaven. I Had Told People About Her, What She Did, How She Observed Moments Of Silence Up And Down The City And Wrote Small Individual Prayers In Her Journal, And The Story Had Travelled So Quickly That Women Lined Up To Know She Had Found Where They’d Been Killed. She Had Fans In Heaven..... Meanwhile, For Us, She Was Doing Important Work, Work That Most People On Earth Were Too Frightened Even Too Contemplate.