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Before I can say anything else, he steps forward and takes my face in his hands. Then he's kissing me one last time.

At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon.

But every now and then, when I steal a glance at the Girl, or feel her eyes on me, I helplessly drift back to thinking about her.

He returns my smile. His teeth are beautiful, the loveliest I've seen so far on these streets.

Day, the boy from the streets with nothing except the clothes on his back and the earnestness in his eyes, owns my heart.

At this moment, all I'm thinking about is what I'd give up for the chance to kiss her or to run my fingers through her dark hair.

Her sadness makes her impossibly beautiful, like snow blanketing a barren landscape.

He's right. I can't deny it. I am the reason Day lost everything that matters to him.

I ALMOST KISSED THE GIRL LAST NIGHT.

He took my hand and held it against his chest, "Feel that? It beats for you.

If you could not do much in the month of April with five letters, think of what really you can do with the month of May with three letters before you open the door of the month of June with four letters. Which is the break time for the entire twelve months of the year. Until you clearly understand how you are spending the year, you shall finish spending it and ponder over how you spent it, year after year! No one is absolutely free from excuses and the challenges of life. You just have to do something great with each day in the year!

I certainly don't understand all these strange new feelings inside me--am I here because I love him, or because I owe him?

I'd gotten someone killed. The price people seem to pay for crossing my path.

I don't care about being happy. Only about being the best.

i have laughed more than daffodils and cried more than June.

I find myself pausing to admire her face. For a brief moment, I'm lost to my surroundings.

I'm not loyal enough to the Republic to stamp that loyalty right on my face. Leave that to June.

I'm supposed to hate you for what you did, I think. But her eyes linger on me in a way that refuses to let me.

I'm so sorry. I am so sorry for everything.

I need to let him go.

I realized June had never been just a month music... never just a tremble on my lips warmth was never merely a blanket.

I lean my head against my knee and close my eyes. Even the illusion of June is enough to send a stabbing pain through my chest. Hell. I miss her so much.

I really miss him. I miss him so much. And I'm so sorry. I am so sorry for everything.

She's pretty in a way that distracts me just like she did in the Skiz ring. No, pretty's not the right word. Beautiful.

It means, Day, that you're dying.

It’s you,” he whispers. There is wonder in his voice. “Is it?” I whisper back, my voice trembling with all the emotions I’ve kept hidden for so long

I've never thought of describing her beauty as delicate, because delicate just isn't a word that fits June... but here, now that she's sick, I realize just how fragile she can be.

I walked back to the front of the bakery to see a knot of people stalking our display for June. Apricot and lavender might seem like an unusual pairing, but it made perfect sense to me. Luscious, sweet apricots taste best when they're baked and the flavor is concentrated. On the other hand, lavender likes it cool; the buds have a floral, almost astringent flavor. Lavender was a line drawing that I filled in with brushstrokes of lush apricot.

I was one of those unfortunates adopted by upper middle-class professionals and nurtured in an environment of learning, art and a socio-religious culture steeped in more than 2000 years of Talmudic tradition. Not everyone is lucky enough to have been raised in a whiskey tango trailer park by a bow-legged female whose sole qualification for motherhood is a womb that happened to catch a sperm of a passing truck driver.

Please promise to take the very best care of my only girl. With so much love my heart might split in two...

I will hunt you down. I will scour the streets of Los Angeles for you. Search every street in the Republic if I have to. I will trick you and deceive you, lie, cheat and steal to find you, tempt you out of your hiding place, and chase you until you have nowhere else to run. I make you this promise: your life is mine.

Someday I’ll see him again, and we’ll tell our stories to each other…but for now, I lock him safely away, in a place where I can draw on his strength.

Someone's going to be very pleased to see you." "I don't think the Elector will be as excited as you think." "I wasn't talking about the Elector." My heart jumps at that.

Stay safe. I want to see you again when all this is done.

The Republic's most wanted criminal is just a boy, sitting before me, suddenly vulnerable, laying all his weaknesses out for me to see.

All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.

What a strange thing it is to wake up to a milk-white overcast June morning! The sun is hidden by a thick cotton blanket of clouds, and the air is vapor-filled and hazy with a concentration of blooming scent. The world is somnolent and cool, in a temporary reprieve from the normal heat and radiance. But the sensation of illusion is strong. Because the sun can break through the clouds at any moment . . . What a soft thoughtful time. In this illusory gloom, like a night-blooming flower, let your imagination bloom in a riot of color.

What's the point of keeping in touch with the girl you're crazy about, when you're dying?

According to the book Celebrate Today, June 18th is National Splurge Day. Besides being the birthday of Paul McCartney and Isabella Rossellini, it's also mine. Go ahead; celebrate my birthday and don't worry about the cost!

After 'Sports' came out in the fall of 1983, everything changed for me. Four of the album's singles became top-10 hits, and by the end of June in 1984, the album was No. 1 on the Billboard chart. It was quite a ride, and for the first time I had enough money to live the way I wanted.

You are not your father," I say, holding his gaze with my own. "You're Anded. You don't have to follow in his footsteps; you have your own. You're the Elector now. You don't have to be like him.

You led the soldiers right to my family's door. You're the reason they're dead.

A Congressional Budget Office report released as recent as June 2004 says the system will be able to pay full benefits until 2052, and 80 percent after that.

And is not peace, in the last analysis, basically a matter of human rights -- the right to live out our lives without fear of devastation – the right to breathe air as nature provided it -- the right of future generations to a healthy existence?" (John F. Kennedy, June 10, 1963, American University speech)

And let them pass, as they will too soon, With the bean-flowers' boon, And the blackbird's tune, And May, and June!

A happy soul, that all the way To heaven hath a summer's day.

AND what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten.

A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.

And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days.

At the same time as the UK Vogue one, I did a shoot that took about 40 days of friends and people I admired in Paris, for French Vogue. This is how I met Maria Schneider in June and which began our friendship.