I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to...

He loved her for almost everything she was & she decided that was enough to let him stay for a very long time.

Wanting him to come back before anyone notices part of the world has not moved since he left.

If you’re right & I’m not, I’m going to be hell to live with, she said. So, you better think about that next time you want to be right.

I’m not sure if there’s one right place I’m supposed to be, he said, but I know a couple of wrong places I’d give a second try in a heartbeat.

I don’t really like coffee, she said, but I don’t really like it when my head hits my desk when I fall asleep either.

Your job is to focus on my personal happiness, she said, & I’ve got big plans, so break time is over.

A few said they’d be horses. Most said they’d be some sort of cat. My friend said she’d like to come back as a porcupine. I don’t like crowds, she said.

Start here & go until you die, he said. What’s so complicated about that?

There are lives I can imagine without children but none of them have the same laughter & noise.

What I’m mostly good at is sleeping, he once told me in confidence, but he added, I don’t see much future in it.