And then of course the music sprang up, lousy rock as bold and dull as a giant potato. "Love this song," Todd said, like it was unusually brave to like what was number one on the radio.

But it's far too late for us; ring, hair, letters, photographs - all traces of our love will be scattered then, like an anagram.

Twenty-six,” you said. “One for each day we’ve been together, Min.”Somebody oohed. Somebody shushed them. “And I hope that someday I’ll do another something stupid and I’ll have to say it a million times because that’s how long it’ll be, together with you, Min. With you.

This feeling is not unlike the sinking in one's stomach when one is in an elevator that suddenly goes down, or when you are snug in your bed and your closet door suddenly creaks open to reveal the person who has been hiding there.

Every problem has a solution. Sometimes it just takes a long time to find the solution - even if it's right in front of your nose.

It is very difficult to make one's way in this world without being wicked at one time or another, when the world's way is so wicked to being with.

It is often difficult to admit that someone you love is not perfect, or to consider aspects of a person that are less than admirable.