A painting is more than the sum of its parts

Sometimes I get so caught up in my own problems that I forget how amazing the world is.

It's disturbing how fast weeds take root in my garden of worthiness. They're so hard to pull. And grow back so easily.

My heart stopped. It just stopped beating. And for the first time in my life, I had that feeling. You know, like the world is moving all around you, all beneath you, all inside you, and you're floating. Floating in midair. And the only thing keeping you from drifting away is the other person's eyes. They're connected to yours by some invisible physical force, and they hold you fast while the rest of the world swirls and twirls and falls completely away.

You want me to be a man,older than you, who goes by the name of Roullard.

It's funny how you can think you know someone pretty well, and then something happens or they do something that makes you understand that you didn't really know them at all.

What he did to my heart was sheer, inexplicable, magic.