Tag: b/w

Try to think as little about yourself as possible
He knew the meaning of the world, he said
Like the pulse of a perfect heart, life struck straight through the streets
Not a sound was to be heard above the traffic
Her only gift was knowing people almost by instinct, she thought, walking on
He was almost too well dressed always
My, my. You’re turning down a beer?
He remembered what being alone was like
He had spent four months in the swamps
There are still too many mysteries around you
‘You will protect me,’ she said. ‘With my life,’ he replied.
There was unquestionably a job vacancy here
The darkness did not leave her, but it shuffled to one side
But home was always a troubled, dangerous idea for men
Women are not perfect, one must admit
That night the emperor dreamed of love
I can turn myself at will …
… into a lion
I am a person of strange and varied experience
Gone fishing
It was hiding under a fallen branch like a scared animal
All your certainties are being blown away
Could a god, once created, become impossible to destroy?
It was love, or felt like it
Keep your secret. Secrets are for children, and spies
And for sorcerers. And for lovers too. And kings
Is that how a king should be raised?
As he kept reminding me, he was twelve years older than I was
For several years there was no communication between us at all
There were a few clumps of devil’s pokers
My despair cannot be described
The boy with the long arms was never seen again
They were never going to like me anyway
It was as if I wasn’t there. In fact often I wasn’t
Somehow the moment never seemed right to ask
Tell me this is just a bad, bad dream
People were charmed and captivated
People looked forward to the future
The pair undressed quickly and silently
Wasn’t it crazy for him to be out there on his own
You’ve been under a lot of pressure
That’s just where I was headed
She was about his own age, a little ragged around the edges
He needed a new life
You need to find someplace to sleep tonight
I am very glad to see you again
The house smelled of dusty carpets
In this world, some families rise and some fall
If we knew how much time was left for us …
You’ve certainly come a long way