A century ago, life screwed that poor man and me because we were too young, and now they want to do the same thing because we are too old.

We’re LIVING.

I have always been quite good at falling in love, but I don’t pretend to know anything about literal happily ever afters. 

I don’t know why we take our worst moods so much more seriously than our best, crediting depression with more clarity than euphoria. We dismiss peak moments and passionate love affairs as an ephemeral chemical...