We see each other once a month.

Well, as in all hospitals, there was a resident assigned to my case. He was 27 years old, and he would meet with me two or three times a week.

At five minutes to six in the afternoon, we come together at the Natural History Museum in Rotterdam, the duck comes out of the museum, and we try to discuss new ways to prevent birds from colliding with windows.

Perhaps, but perhaps not.

But, eventually, we did manage to meet up and Joel hopped overboard, caught us a beautiful, big mahi mahi, which was the best food I'd had in, ooh, at least three months.

Perhaps.

You know, maybe we made an error somewhere along the way.

She may come.

She might come.

It may rain.

So it may be that, in certain halls, this dynamic may well work.

Two hours? One, maybe?

He was a liar.

Maybe you're right.

It may rain tonight.

It may rain tomorrow.

She might come tomorrow.

Maybe Tom likes you.

I may be gone for a while.

Perhaps not.

Perhaps we fear victimization.

He might change his mind.

This was supposed to be the difference between eating and not eating for the next month.

The well of money may be running dry, and so, too, may be America s legendary optimism and hope.

Wouldn't that be enough? And then the children would get plenty of support, and nurturing, and mentoring, and the world population would decline very rapidly and everybody would be totally happy.

Maybe it just sags

Maybe like an evil like, Wuhahaha, wuhahaha.

Or maybe it is about religion.

Amusing? Yes. Desirable? Maybe.

Perhaps that's true.

Maybe he's dead.

Maybe Tom knows something.

Maybe Tom saw something.

Maybe someday you'll understand.

Or vice versa.

Chamberlain was probably wrong.

Perhaps we are looking for a bligh.

Perhaps I have become used to life in exile.

The reason? They might commit a crime.

Maybe this is what Christmas is all about.

This is probably a logical explanation, or maybe I simply matured.

Maybe it was the color of our skin.

I'll enjoy it on my own. Perhaps.

It may rain soon.

I asked her about her wish, and she said, You know, maybe I'll live, maybe I'll die, but I don't have a wish.