“Just hold on. Just for a minute.” “Are you all right ?” I found my gaze dropping towards his chair, afraid some part of him was pinched, or trapped, that I had got something wrong.”

I see all this talent, all this…this energy and brightness and…potential. Yes. Potential. And I cannot for the life of me see how you can be content to live this tiny life.

They began to tune up, and suddenly the auditorium was filled with a single sound.

And I don’t want to look at you every day, to see you naked,to watch you wandering around the annexe in your crazy dresses and not…not be able to do what I want with you.

If I don’t cry while writing a key emotional scene, my gut feeling is it’s failed.

Real friends were the kind where you pick up where you’d left off, whether it be a week since you’d seen each other or two years.

All I can say is that you make me… you make me into someone I couldn’t even imagine.

“I’m fine. I just…I don’t want to go in just yet. I just want to sit and not have to think about…I just…want to be a man who has been to a concert with a girl in a red dress. Just for a few minutes more.

I thought, briefly, that I would never feel as intensely connected to the world, to another human being, as I did at that moment.

Because even if the whole world was throwing rocks at you, if you still had your mother or father at your back, you’d be okay.

That old hangover is just toying with you, working out when to bite.

“What if I like watching television? What if I don’t want to do much else other than read a book?”.

“What if I’m tired when I get home? What if I don’t fill my days with frenetic activity?” “But one day you might wish you had.”

The most alive, three-dimensional thing I had ever heard. It made the hairs on my skin stand up, my breath catch in my throat….

You have all grown up expecting things to go your way almost instantaneously.

This life that will take place almost entirely within a five mile radius and contain nobody who will ever surprise you or push you or show you things that will leave your head spinning and unable to sleep at night.

I could have told you. I hate horses, and horse racing. Always have. But you didn’t bother to ask me.

Tell us please, what treatment in an emergency is administered by ear?”….I met his gaze and I did not blink. “Words of comfort,” I said to my father.

I leaned forward on the table and leveled her with my steady gaze. “Do not ever speak to her that way again. If she hadn’t agreed to come with me I wouldn’t have come. Don’t underestimate her importance. She’s mine. Respect that.

My dearest contradiction. You are soft and obliterating, like the moon’s glare upon a sinner.

Eases our darkness into daylight. Oceans apart, but what remains the same, is our eyes gazing at the same moon.

A sky is full of stars. Still, I am gazing at her eyes.

I gaze into the moon I’ll find my place in the darkness soon.

All I need is her lap to rest and her smile to gaze.

Children teach us to see reality with a trusting and pure gaze.