An apocryphal story - the word "apocryphal" here means "obviously untrue" - tells of two people, long ago, who were very bored, and that instead of complaining about it they sat up all night and invented the game of chess so that everyone else in the world, on evenings when there is nothing to do, can also be bored by the perplexing and tedious game they invented.

...everyone was right about you- prove them wrong.

Can't we sleep ten minutes more? I was having a lovely dream about sneezing without covering my mouth, and giving everybody germs.

We need things, and the opposite of them, and we are so rarely completely comfortable.

I’d ruin any day, all my days, for those long nights with you, and I did.

And then like a song we'd forgotten was even on the mix, you stepped into the house and my whole life.

I like to give people novels I think they would like, on no particular occasion - just when we're in a bookstore together. I like to receive reference books on my birthday.