August. We were arguing. You want love to be like this every day don't you? 92 degrees even in the shade.

Unhappiness is selfish, grief is selfish. For whom are the tears?

Do all lovers feel helpless and valiant in the presence of the beloved? Helpless because the need to roll over like a pet dog is never far away. Valiant because you know you would slay a dragon with a pocket knife if you had to.

Pain is very often a maimed creature without a mouth.

I keep telling this story - different people, different places, different times - but always you, always me, always this story, because a story is a tight rope between two worlds.

Happy Valentines Day to those who have found love, in whatever shape or form, and to those who are still hunting, don't give up. If you feel bad, send yourself a card. You must be worth it.

The truth is that love smashes into your life like an ice floe, and even if your heart is built like the Titanic you go down.