I have loved before, but it didn’t feel like this. I have kissed before, but it didn’t burn me alive. Maybe it lasts a minute, and maybe it’s an hour. All I know is that kiss, and how soft her skin is when it brushes against mine, and that, even if I did not know it until now, I have been waiting for this person forever.

I keep quite busy, walk 5 miles a day, and have an excellent hairdresser who keeps the gray out of my red hair.

Justification is a remarkable thing-takes all those solid lines and blurs them, so that honor becomes as supple as a willow, and ethics burst like soap bubbles.

If you loved someone, really loved them, would you let them go?

But then again, maybe bad things happen because it’s the only way we can keep remembering what good is supposed to look like.

Once the world was pulled out from beneath your feet, did you ever get to stand on firm ground again?

Life was all about being in a certain place, at a certain time.