I have no idea how he knows when I need him. We can go weeks without speaking, and then, when my blue moods threaten to turn black, he will show up and tell me my moods are azure indigo cerulean cobalt periwinkle and suddenly the blue will not seem so dark, more like the color of a noon-bright sky. He brings the sun.

Maybe relationships could have fractals, too. And maybe the sense of loss was when you're becoming a fractal of what you once were to each other.

Every day I am someone else. I am myself-I know I am myself-but I am also someone else. It has always been like this.

I never understood why anyone would have sex on the floor. Until I was with you and I realized: you don't realize you're on the floor.

The most understandable thing in the world should be how minutes lead to hours, how hours lead to days, how days can make a year. And yet, this neat progression can still be surprising.

When it comes to true dance, it's not about how you look, it's all about the joy you feel.

Her vulnerability is open, but she’s safe within it.