Love can smack you like a seagull, and pour all over your feet like junk mail.

“I'm not a believer in predetermined fates, being rewarded for one's efforts. I'…”

“After a certain age, you couldn't even say where you were from. You went somepl…”

“But there was more, as there always is when the love goes. She was haunted, nat…”

“When do you learn that the world, like any diner worth its salt, is open twenty…”