“Built like an oak tree, against which I could pitch my pillow and read; mornings, I could curl into the crook of your branches.”

“Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.”

“This morning I will not
Comb my hair.
It has lain
Pillowed on the hand of my lover.”

“I could stuff a pillow with the amount of confetti I have had thrown at me. And could I sleep easily on that? No.”

“An oak tree is an oak tree. That is all it has to do. If an oak tree is less than an oak tree, then we are all in trouble.”

“You must remember that an oak tree is not a crime against the acorn.”

“Under oak, ash and thorn
My soul was born.
Under thorn, oak and ash
My body bent to the lash.
Under ash, thorn and oak
My heart broke.
Under oak, ash and thorn all three
I was nailed to a tree.”

“and all I could think was that I would like to spend every morning for the rest of my life waking up beside her”

“I want morning-after pills more than over the counter; I want morning-after pills with my check at dinner. I want morning-after pills on my hotel pillow when I go to bed at night.”

“Well I am still not drunk" I straightened up against the pillows as best I could. "You told me once that if you could still stand up, you weren't drunk."
You aren't standing up." he point out.
You are.”