It is a lie that people who love each other must know everything about each other. Love must occasionally allow for a gap.

What were you like," I asked her. "we're you happy? Or were you smiling because they told you to?

People are capable of great, great change during the span of one lifetime. And women even more than men.

The theme of the dance was "Great Romances," or some such nonsense. There were projections of supposedly great couples from the past on the walls of the gym. Romeo and Juliet, Antony and Cleopatra, Hermione and Ron, Bonnie and Clyde, etc.

The scent is sweet and meloncholy. A bit like dying, a bit like falling in love.

A life isn't measured in hours and minutes. It's the quality, not the length.

It was a nice day, and I don't mean that it was sunny either. It was humid and not too cool, like winter was getting annoyed with itself and wanted it to be spring just as much as everyone else.