Girlfriend is such a stupid word. I couldn't stand calling her that. So, we had to get married, so I could call her 'wife.
I realize it’s not just Willem I’m looking for; it’s Lulu too.
How is it possible that a boyfriend ceases to exist from one day to another?
What's that sound I hear? It's just my lifetime It's whistling past my ear
Or maybe it's not a miracle. Maybe this is just life. When you open yourself up to it. When you put yourself in the path of it. When you say yes.
But what if Shakespeare― and Hamlet― were asking the wrong question? What if the real question is not whether to be, but how to be?