Boys mystified me, although I dreamed vaguely of men.

I believe in walking out of a museum before the paintings you've seen begin to run together. How else can you carry anything away with you in your mind's eye?

The heart does not go backward. Only the mind.

The problem is simply finding the right person. Ask Plato. Just make sure she finishes your thoughts and you finish hers. That's all you need.

...History it seemed could be something entirely different a splash of blood whose agony didn't fade overnight or over centuries.

You are a total stranger and you want to take my library book.

I've read there is no such thing as a single tear, that old poetic trope. And perhaps there isn't, since hers was simply a companion to my own.