I wonder if it's ever really possible to know the truth about someone else, or if the best we can do is just stumble into each other, heads down, hoping to avoid collision.

“...and for a second I feel an overwhelming sense of joy, and I think she's done…”

“I suppose that's the secret. If you're ever wishing for things to go back to th…”

“In a world without love, this is what people are to each other: values, benefit…”

“There were always the birds”