But common sense has no place in first love and never has.

What she mostly wanted, he learned, was the same thing many people want--someone to notice she was there.

You are not your past.

We’re gonna make up for that. We’re gonna live a long time together.

As mankind grew obsessed with its hours, the sorrow of lost time became a permanent hole in the human heart. People fretted over missed chances, over inefficient days; they worried constantly about how long they would live, because counting life’s moments had led, inevitably, to counting them down. Soon, in every nation and in every language, time became the most precious commodity.

I love you every day, Mom

The years after graduation hardened me into someone quite different from the strutting graduate who left campus that day headed for New York city, ready to offer the world his talent. The world, I discovered. was not all that interested.