The heart is not like a shoulder. You can always feel it ticking away. Some angst and it starts fluttering like a sparrow, and then an awareness of the fluttering and it starts to gallop. Often times, I’ll be in mid-sentence and my telltale heart will start throbbing. I’ll draw a deep breath and keep the conversation going, all the while feeling, Here comes the pin to the balloon. (via Haunted Heart - NYTimes.com)

The heart is not like a shoulder. You can always feel it ticking away. Some angst and it starts fluttering like a sparrow, and then an awareness of the fluttering and it starts to gallop. Often times, I’ll be in mid-sentence and my telltale heart will start throbbing. I’ll draw a deep breath and keep the conversation going, all the while feeling, Here comes the pin to the balloon. (via Haunted Heart - NYTimes.com)