When I looked at you, my life made sense. Even the bad things made sense. They were necessary to make you possible.
Our love was the affliction for which only our love was the cure.
If nothing matters, there's nothing to save.
Memory was supposed to fill the time, but it made time a hole to be filled.
I saw Herschel and he saw me and we stood next to each other because that is what friends do in the presence of evil or love.
We spent our lives making livings.