We wish we could have been there for you. We didn't have many role models of our own--we latched on to the foolish love of Oscar Wilde and the well-versed longing of Walt Whitman because nobody else was there to show us an untortured path. We were going to be your role models. We were going to give you art and music and confidence and shelter and a much better world. Those who survived lived to do this. But we haven't been there for you. We've been here. Watching as you become the role models.

I just needed to realize that style was like personality - it didn't always have to be consistent; it just had to be something you lived with.

For I have never wanted a lover, but I have always wanted to love, and to be loved.

So what do you have to confess now?" I don't know why I'm saying any of this, except that is the truth. "I'm confessing that I don't know if I'm ready for this." "What is 'this'?" "Being open. Being hurt. Liking. Not being liked. Seeing the flicker on. Seeing the flicker off. Leaping. Falling. Crashing.

We are so used to releasing words. We don't know what to do with them if they stay.

What I learned The well-documented difference Between alone and lonely The comfort of knowing

People often say that when couples are married for a long time, they start to look alike. I don't believe that. But I do believe their sentences start to look alike.