Miracles are like meatballs, because nobody can exactly agree on what they are made of, where they come from, or how often they should appear.

To stutter through it with you or even stop stuttering and say nothing, was so lucky and soft, better talk than mile-a-minute with anyone. After a few minutes we’d stop rattling, we’d adjust, we’d settle in, and the conversation would speed into the night.

The moral of Snow White is never eat apples.

An Overall Feeling of Doom that One Cannot Ever Escape no Matter What One Does

I don't know if you've ever noticed this, but first impressions are often entirely wrong.

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

Someone feeling wronged is like someone feeling thirsty. Don’t tell them they aren’t. Sit with them and have a drink.