Do any of us, except in our dreams, truly expect to be reunited with our hearts' deepest loves, even when they leave us only for minutes, and on the most mundane of errands? No, not at all. Each time they go from our sight we in our secret hearts count them as dead. Having been given so much, we reason, how could we expect not to be brought as low as Lucifer for the staggering presumption of our love?

Luck's the word those with poor hearts use for ka.

It was the kiss by which all the others of his life would be judged and found wanting.

Maybe there's a whole other universe where a square moon rises in the sky, and the stars laugh in cold voices, and some of the triangles have four sides, and some have five, and some have five raised to the fifth power of sides. In this universe there might grow roses which sing. Everything leads to everything.

Writing's about getting up, getting well, and getting over. Getting happy, okay? Getting happy.

FEAR stands for face everything and recover – Old AA saying

But sorry is the Kool-Aid of human emotions. [...] True sorrow is as rare as true love.