For a certain kind of person, love begins from something tiny or silly. From something like that or it doesnt begin at all.

It's like the Tibetan Wheel of the Passions. As the wheel turns, the values and feelings on the outer rim rise and fall, shining or sinking into darkness. But true love stays fastened to the axle and doesn't move.

Probably." "Again with the probablys." "A world full of probablys," she said.

I don't think of myself as an artist. I'm just a guy who can write.

Certain kinds of knowledge rob people of their sleep.

They sat on a park bench, held hands, and told each other their stories hour after hour. They were not lonely anymore. They had found and been found by their 100% perfect other. What a wonderful thing it is to find and be found by your 100% perfect other. It's a miracle, a cosmic miracle.

I'm kind of a low-key guy. The spotlight doesn't suit me. I'm more of a side dish--cole slaw or French fries or a Wham! backup singer.