We’re creatures of contact regardless of whether/ we kiss or we wound. Still, we must come together.

Everybody's got something. In the end, what choice does one really have but to understand that truth, to really take it in, and then shop for groceries, get a haircut, do one's work; get on with the business of one's life. That's the hope, anyway.

I am going to the bad place, as is my wont.

We’re creatures of contact regardless of whether/ we kiss or we wound. Still, we must come together.

Just think, the shoes I wouldn’t be caught dead in might actually turn out to be the shoes I am caught dead in.

But if one's dreams having to come true was the only referendum on whether they were beautiful, or worth dreaming, well then, no one would wish for anything. And that would be so much sadder.

Not being funny doesn't make you a bad person. Not having a sense of humor does.