If there was ever a more perfect day in the history of time it isn't one I've heard about.

I love you. I'm madly in love with you. Well, madly obviously, given I'm mad as a mudlark. But you saved my life. I'd be dead without you. And you're so good to me. And you love me too. How lucky is that? Amazing! Amazingly lucky. I can't live without you. You're my lucky charm." She felt a sudden desire to kill Justin's well-meaning friend.

Accept love instinctively, without responsibility or conditions.

The average attention span of the modern human being is about half as long as whatever youre trying to tell them.

I give thanks for all that has passed, for all that is passing, and for all that is yet to come.

Somewhere along the line I'd lost the will not to eat.

And still the brain continues to yearn, continues to burn, foolishly, with desire. My old man's brain is mocked by a body that still longs to stretch in the sun and form a beautiful shape in someone else's gaze, to lie under a blue sky and dream of helpless, selfless love, to behold itself, illuminated, in the golden light of another's eyes.