"Most of my friends like words too well. They set them under the blinding light of the poem and try to extract every possible connotation from each of them, every temporary pun, every direct or indirect connection - as if a word could become an object by mere addition of consequences. Others pick up words from the streets, from their bars, from their offices and display them proudly in their poems as if they were shouting, “See what I have collected from the American language. Look at my butterflies, my stamps, my old shoes!” What does one do with all this crap?"
My highs are your normal.
Your lows my normal.
My lows my own.
"It is not destiny that determines love. It is choice. Relationships last long not because they’re destined to last long. It lasts long because two brave people made a choice to keep it, to fight for it and to work for it. Meanwhile, other relationships fail not because they are destined to fail, but because one of the two or both made the choice to set each other free."
If the shoe fits, wear it. (With Happy Socks)