Answerless questions can destroy you. Move on.

I only have eyes for you.

With all due respect, if you’re forty-three, then I’m a fetus.

Every person is a possibility. The hopeless romantics feel it most acutely, but even for others, the only way to keep going is to see every person as a possibility.

My face seems too square and my eyes too big, like I'm perpetually surprised, but there's nothing wrong with me that I can fix.

I can see that the sadness has returned. And it's not a beautiful sadness- beautiful sadness is a myth. Sadness turns our features to clay, not porcelain.

We pencil-sketch our previous life so we can contrast it to the technicolor of the moment.