Tag: Paris

He’ll never be happy there
I’m starting to believe I’m invincible
He suddenly felt vulnerable, and mortal
They had a mystery on their hands
They all did their best
We all have pain
The world, even the smallest parts of it, is filled with things you don’t know
So I draw because I feel like it might be my only real chance
There can never be more between us than there is just now
I don’t see how it could have been anyone else, do you?
He looked at all this and then at her
I do think I carried things off rather well
We’ve something you’re going to want to see
He said he’d thrown everything away
How much is real and how much is imagined?
And Now for Something Completely Different …
Everything’s important till we know it’s not
I remembered her later because of her eyes
I think you and I can work together
We just slipped off the edge of the world
No one looked at anyone else, or had to be looked at
I rummaged around inside myself and tried to find a memory
To comment is not necessarily to compliment
Now this is a test and can be ignored
There was no one around to share the joke with
Someone might be listening
You don’t listen to anything I try to tell you
It’s because she’s never seen anyone like you
Then things began to change in the house
Everyone was proud of him
It seemed to be simple, even simplistic
I think you’ve covered all my points
People worried about the usual small things, which to them were big things
He thought, that was the best you could hope for life: a kind of pause
He doubted he would ever write anything of lasting value
You don’t believe such women exist?
Well, people often don’t understand why they do things
Gone fishing
Not that I know what I am supposed to feel
Are you okay?
I like to think of myself as droll but in an edgy sort of way
‘So,’ she says, ‘have you given any thought to my proposition?’
It is a town perceived as an aging beauty, wearing a fabulous fur coat that smells ridiculously of spilt martinis and tater tots
Don’t spoil the day for me
Everything naturally flowed toward mediocrity
Time and again, people rushed by and ignored her
What they did they did with no variation
She had been incapable of acting differently
‘May I kiss the bride?’ he asked shyly
It’s a mug’s game to me. Where’s it all going to get you?