The smell of cooking food is often a calming one.

All cannot be lost when there is still so much being found

I stayed there loving you, though the love made me, not sad but I guess melancholy, for a reason I couldn’t point to.

It turns out she is Canadian, my editor, and so she drinks like a fish. So she wasn't a lightweight at all. And in the morning, she said that the idea still seemed like a good one, and here we are.

They didn't understand it, but like so many unfortunate events in life, just because you don't understand it doesn't mean it isn't so.

Let’s go, let’s go together toward something extraordinary and I started making plans, thinking we would get that far.

They looked at each other like a pair of parentheses.