For we did makeup. But we didn't forgive each other. And we didn't take steps. And it got to be too late and we saw that each of us had invested too much in being in the right and we walked away and it was a relief.

Never underestimate the meanness in people's souls... Even when they're being kind... especially when they're being kind.

The images, the language, of pornography, and romance are alike; monotonous and mechanically seductive, quickly leading to despair.

One stroke of lightning does not have to lead anywhere, but to the next stroke of lightning.

In your life there are a few places, or maybe only the one place, where something happened, and then there are all the other places.

Sometimes our connection is frayed, it is in danger, it seems almost lost. Views and streets deny knowledge of us, the air grows thin. Wouldn't we rather have a destiny to submit to, than, something that claims us, anything, instead of such flimsy choices, arbitrary days?

And now such a warm commotion, such busy love.