In truth, there are only two realities: the one for people who are in love or love each other, and the one for people who are standing outside all that.

When you’re in love you don’t have to do a damn thing. You can just be. You can just stay quiet in the world. You don’t have to move an inch.

You are a real find and you keep me satisfied, up to a point. After all, I'm a malcontent and you can't change that.

At least with pets, and for all I know, people too, intelligence and quick-wittedness have nothing to do with a talent for being loved, or being kind, nothing at all, less than nothing.

The point is that although love may die, what is said on its behalf cannot be consumed by the passage of time, and forgiveness is everything.

it helps that in michigan everyone goes inside from november through april. but from may until october they are outside, on display, and all of a sudden if you are single, you have a window to heaven and no way at all to get in.