And He Paddled Away In His Douche

What A Blessed If Painful Thing, This Business Of Being Alive.

Was There Any Human Urge More Pitiful-or More Intense- Than Wanting Another Chance At Something?

She'd Thought Love Had Something To Do With Happiness, But It Turned Out They Were Not Even Vaguely Related. Love Was Closer To A Need, No Different From The Need To Eat, To Breathe.

All The World Is Made Of Music. We Are All Strings On A Lyre. We Resonate. We Sing Together.

Love Requires Context.