This is bizarre," I say. "I think it's beautiful," he says. I give him a look. "What?" He laughs a little. "They each have an equal role in government; they each feel equally responsible. And it makes them care; it makes them kind. I think that's beautiful.

He looks like a man who has spent most of his life frowning.

She is well practiced in the art of losing herself.

I want to be brave, and selfless, and smart, and kind, and honest.

I am his, and he is mine, and it has been that way all along.

Politeness is deception in pretty packaging.

I am proud. It will get me into trouble someday, but today it makes me brave