You

You have the power to make someone's day.

Write a letter to someone you love, put it in an envelope and send it.

It will bring unexpected joy when found amidst the bills and circulars in the mail.

And you and I climb, crossing the shapes of the morning. And you and I reach over the sun for the river. And you and I climb, clearer, towards the movement. And you and I called over valleys of endless seas.

i wish that you would leave my dreams. it's been almost 10 years. haven't i carried you around in my head for long enough?

You will still find the forest, if you go and look for it; but in those days, two hundred years ago, it was much bigger than it is now, and there were deer and other wild animals, and men wilder than they.

'You must not attach too great weight to a remark founded on first appearances, my friend,' said I.

Are you going to tiptoe through life, hoping to make it safely to the grave?

»It's an easy thing to forget the subtle shades of a moment,« she said. »That's why I have to write everything down.«

»You, my boy, carry the load of eternity.«

Piccadilly, in his cups this long white afternoon in the Farringdon Road.

Frank says, »That is a load of horse pucky.«

Piccadilly wishes for French fries, hot flint under his feet in summer, an empty bar in a place he remembers vividly. A word like Boston in the white afternoon.

[Communication in here is impossible, I was told, but I'm back, Julianne. Are you out there?]

You may never join this all up the way I've written it, of course.

'You have chosen your own path,' said the old man.

You is the other, the not I. You is all of existence and I sit at the center, gazing in wonder.

I have two things in my life my teddy and you! My teddy is for the night and you are forever.