So much time is spent with people superficially. You remember all the fun you had but nothing specific.

“Summertime, I think, is a collective unconscious. We all remember the notes tha…”

“And oh she had been broken. She hid it well, but Ross knew from personal experi…”

“That's the paradox of loss: How can something that's gone weigh us down so much?”

“No matter who you are, there is some part of you that always wishes you were so…”