Love is the answer, said the songs, and that's OK. It was OK, I supposed, as an answer. But no more than that. It was not a solution; it wasn't really even an answer, just a reply.

Love is the answer, said the songs, and that's OK. It was OK, I supposed, as an answer. But no more than that. It was not a solution; it wasn't really even an answer, just a reply.

To write a short story, you have to be able to stay up all night.

An agony. The exit like the entrance - but reserved. A palindrome: gut-tug.

I missed him. Love, I realized, was something your spine memorized. There was nothing you could do about that.

This is what happened in love. One of you cried a lot and then both of you grew sarcastic.

Personally I've never put much store by honesty- I mean how can you trust a word whose first letter you don't even pronounce