That’s the thing about living vicariously; it’s so much faster than actual living. In a few minutes we’ll be worrying about names for the children.

Clare seems so pleased with the idea of me as a pirate that she forgets that I am Stranger Danger.

I go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. I take walks. I work until I'm tired. I watch the wind play with the trash that's been under the snow all winter. Everything seems simple until you think about it. Why is love intensified by abscence?

There's always world enough and time.

I love. I have loved. I will love.

I keep myself busy. Time goes faster that way.

that's what I love you for: your inability to perceive all my hideous flaws