All we are not stares back at what we are.

We live our lives$$$ made up of a great quantity of<br/>isolated instants<br/>So as to be lost at the heart of a multitude of things.

Marriage...it's not a word$$$ it's a sentence.

Art still has truth. Take refuge there.

We don't rise to the level of our expectations$$$ we fall to the level of our training.

Living is a horizontal fall.

People keep on getting married. Evidently hope is eternal in the human breast.

Give me a place to stand$$$ a lever long enough and a fulcrum. and I can move the Earth

But before we face experience$$$ that miserable enemy$$$ let us have some more innocence$$$ just for a while.

Never say love is "like" anything... It isn't.