All relationships are tough. Just like with music, sometimes you have harmony and other times you have cacophony.

It doesn't rain every day. Just every other day.

Sleep would be so welcome. A warm blanket of black to erase everything else. Sleep without dreams.

You meet people, you part ways, sometimes you cross paths again. Mostly, you don't.

I recognized that the kiss was a door I had walked through.

For the hundredth time tonight, I’m back with Lulu, on Jacques’s barge, the improbably named Viola. She’d just toldme the story of double happiness and we were arguing over the meaning. She’d thought it meant the luck of the boy getting the job and the girl. But I’d disagreed. It was the couplet fitting together, the two halves finding each other. It was love. But maybe we were both wrong, and both right. It’s not either or, not luck or love. Not fate or will. Maybe for double happiness, you need both.

It's not that people like sad movies that make us feel like, "Oh, my god, what a bummer." We like emotionally moving experiences, where you feel like a slightly different person and you see the world a little different, after you finish. It lets you see your own life, in a different way, and it actually makes you feel really good. And even though there might be sad content making this happen, the feeling that you're left with is one that is quite good, quite hopeful, clarifying and uplifting.