The First Great Real Intimacy

Lying Is Too Much Trouble. You Have To Make Sure To Taste Each Word Before Letting It Off Your Tongue. I Hate That. It's Hard Enough Making People Understand Without Lying.

There Are People We Meet In Life Who Miss Being Important To Us By Inches, Days, Or Heartbeats. Another Place Or Time Or A Different Emotional Frame Of Mind And We Would Willingly Fall Into Their Arms; Gladly Take Up Their Challenge Or Invitation. But As It Is, We Encounter Them When We Are Discontent Or Content And They Are Not. Whatever They Are, We Are Not And Vice Versa. Two Trains Going In Different Directions That Pass For A Few Powerful Moments At Full Speed, Blasting Noise And Wind But Then They Are Gone. Whatever Serious Chemistry Might Have Been Possible If, Isn’t.

I Don't Like To Have To Pan For Gold When I Read.

I Forgive Nothing. If You Stole My Orange Crayon In The Fifth Grade, You're Still On My Hit List, Buddy.

I Have Never Heard Anyone Say This Is It. I Know Right Now Is The High Point Of My Life. It Will Never Get Any Better. Only In Retrospect Do We Recognize The Best Times And Of Course Then It Is Too Late.