Everything we say is a story. But nothing we say is just a story.

Romeo was cute …” “Cute?” Alessandro rolled his eyes. “What kind of man is cute?” “… and an excellent dancer …” “Romeo had feet of lead! He said so himself!” “… but most importantly,” I concluded, “he had nice hands!

In many ways, a degree in the history of ideas is the ideal training for an aspiring writer.

I did not know my soul until I saw it's reflection in your eyes.

And whether or not we had now paid our dues, he was my blessing, and I was his.

You were right and I was wrong. When life hurts more than death, it is not worth living.

Everything we say is a story. But nothing we say is just a story.