Buying A Pair Of Shoes Is One

Part Of Life Is A Quest To Find That One Essential Person Who Will Understand Our Story. But We Choose Wrongly So Often. Over The Ensuing Years That Person We Thought Understood Us Best Ends Up Regarding Us With Pity, Indifference, Or Active Dislike. Those Who Truly Care Can Be Divided Into Two Categories: Those Who Understand Us, And Those Who Forgive Our Worst Sins. Rarely Do We Find Someone Capable Of Both.

It Took Me Less Than Half A Lifetime To Realize That Regret Is One Of The Few Guaranteed Certainties. Sooner Or Later Everything Is Touched By It, Despite Our Naive And Senseless Hope That Just This Time We Will Be Spared Its Cold Hand On Our Heart.

Its Easy To Lose Sight Of What You Want When You Think You Want Everything.

Very Often I'll Find Out At The End Of A Book What I Put In At The Beginning. A Sort Of Process Of Elimination And Discovery In One.

At The End Of Their Relationship She Asked If They Could Still Remain Friends. His Face Stayed Expressionless Until He Said "no. Because We Put Friends In Boxes. You See Them Once In A While, Or Even A Lot, But Still They Have Their Box In Your Life, Their Specific Place. Their *category.* That's One Of The Great Things About Being Someone's Love-- You Have No Box In Their Life Because You're Part Of All Their Boxes. You're Their Friend, Their Lover, Their Confidante-- All Those Things. I Don't Want To Be Put In One Of Your Boxes And I Don't Want To Shrink You To Fit Into One Of Mine.