Maybe that's what history is, you go from one I can't believe it the next. And sometimes the I can't believe its are good, and sometimes they're bad. But the sum total of positive ones always outweighs the negative ones.

You don't know, but I'm noticing.

When distractions are manifold, it's best to remember what you are supposed to be doing.

I can flirt with the best of them, but only when it doesn't matter.

I no longer think she's just being nice. She's being kind. Which is much more a sign of character than mere niceness. Kindness connects to who you are, while niceness connects to how you want to be seen.

That's the problem with having a moral code. We want to destroy the jerkish part of the jerks, but we want to save the human being underneath.

Love weaves itself from hundreds of threads.