Nothing is beautiful and true.

Succotash my cocker spaniel, you fudging crevasse-hole dipshiitake!

She was not crying Which surprised me very much But I understand now That she had found places For her melancholy That were behind more masks Than only her eyes

Marriage is like a chess match is initiated and the board expands over time until it takes up all of a life.

So she had to satisfy herself with the idea of love - loving the loving of things whose existence she didn't care at all about. Love itself became the object of her love. She loved herself in love, she loved loving love, as love loves loving, and was able, in that way, to reconcile herself with a world that fell so short of what she would have hoped for. It was not the world that was the great and saving lie, but her willingness to make it beautiful and fair, to live a once-removed life, in a world once-removed from the one in which everyone else seemed to exist.

Sometimes people who seem good end up being not as good as you might have hoped, you know?

Weeks passed like boats waiting to sail into the starless dawn, we were full of aimless endless darkness.