The urge to make art or contemplate philosophy does not go away when you are sick. Those urges just become transfigured by illness.

The food was so good that with each passing course, our conversation devolved further into fragmented celebrations of its deliciousness: 'I want this dragon carrot risotto to become a person so I can take it to Las Vegas and marry it.

Right, except I'm not going to lie to my mom, because what kind of (man) lies to his own mother?

what i really want - and what i never get - is to be appreciated. do you know what it’s like to work so hard to make sure everyone’s happy, and to have not a single person recognize it

At least for tonight. In sickness and in health. In good times and in bad. For richer, for poorer. 'Till dawn do us part.

I leaned in toward her, suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling that we must kiss.

Imagine others complexly.