Who knew three dots could make such a difference? Like everything else, a love or a wish or whatever, it was all in the way you read it.

With total strangers, it had always been my policy to expect the worst. Usually they-and those that you knew best, for that matter-did not disappoint.

The further you go, the more you have to be proud of. At the same time, in order to come a long way, you have to be behind to begin with. IN the end, though maybe it's not how you reach a place that matters. Just that you get there at all.

You're not a sucker. You're just nice. You give people the benefit of the doubt.

But there was something I liked about the idea of those seeds buried so deep having at least a chance to emerge

No," I snapped. "I mean, no. I'm answering. I'm just collecting my response." Another few seconds passed. Is there a time limit for this?" he asked. I shot him a look. "Just wondering.

The language of solace, and comets, and the girls we all become, in the end.