We walked at night towards a cafe blooming with Japanese lanterns and I followed your white shoes gleaming like radium in the damp darkness. Rising off the water, lights flickered an invitation far enough away to be interpreted as we liked; to shimmer glamourously behind the silhouette of retrospective good times when we still believed in summer hotels and the philosophies of popular songs.

Look closer and you'll see something extraordinary, mystifying, something real and true. We have never been what we seemed.

Why is there happiness and comfort and excitement where you are and no where else in the world.

And only weaklings...who lack courage and the power to feel they're right when the whole world says they're wrong, ever lose.

“Everybody gives you belief for the asking,” she said to David, “and so few people give you anything more to believe in than your own belief—just not letting you down, that's all. It's so hard to find a person who accepts responsibilities beyond what you ask.' 'So easy to be loved - so hard to love.' David answered.

Women sometimes seem to share a quiet, unalterable dogma of persecution that endows even the most sophisticated of them with the inarticulate poignancy of the peasant.

Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.