Why do some memories bleed out of nowhere and others stay locked behind doors?

The bottom line is that we never fall for the people we're supposed to.

I know that there will be other women, but they couldn't compare. Maybe I'll change, maybe love will change, but I think we were a once-in-a-lifetime. You could never leave me; that's why I am not more upset. You can't possibly break these feelings. They stretch, and they last.

Energy can't be destroyed, only converted into something different. So when a person dies, where does that energy go?

Why is it that only in the very beginnings of a relationship are you aware of the heat coming from inside a person, of the number of inches you would have to move for your shoulders to brush as if it were an accident?

To me gay rights is the last civil right that we have not granted in America and I think it's an enormous embarrassment.

I think that ordinary people who are placed in extraordinary circumstances find themselves pushed beyond their limits, and learn new truths about themselves.