We are fossils in the making.

Towns are like people. Old ones often have character, the new ones are interchangeable.

Do we respond only to people who seem to find us interesting?

We are the only species which, when it chooses to do so, will go to great effort to save what it might destroy.

It is love and friendship, the sanctity and celebration of our relationships, that not only support a good life, but create one. Through friendships, we spark and inspire one another's ambitions.

There it was, there it is, the place where during the best time of our lives friendship had its home and happiness its headquarters.

Is that the basis of friendship? Is it as reactive as that? Do we respond only to people who seem to find us interesting?... Do we all buzz or ring or light up when people press our vanity buttons, and only then? Can I think of anyone in my whole life whom I have liked without his first showing signs of liking me?