When all the details fit in perfectly, something is probably wrong with the story.

The point is that although love may die, what is said on its behalf cannot be consumed by the passage of time, and forgiveness is everything.

The worst mistakes I've made have been the ones directed by sweet-natured hopefulness.

Savor the imminent weirdness of the day.

Because it is the Midwest, no one really glitters because no one has to, it's more of a dull shine, like frequently used silverware.

Before, I was always trying to make my relationships work by means of willpower and forced affability. This time I didn't have to strive for anything. A quality of ease spread over us.

Every relationship has at least one really good day. What I mean is, no matter how sour things go, there's always that day. That day is always in your possession. That's the day you remember. You get old and you think: well, at least I had that day. It happened once. You think all the variables might just line up again. But they don't. Not always. I once talked to a woman who said, "Yeah, that's the day we had an angel around.