That’s always seemed so ridiculous to me, that people would want to be around someone because they’re pretty. It’s like picking your breakfast cereals based on color instead of taste.
When did we see each other face-to-face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that, we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out.
Talking to a drunk person was like talking to an extremely happy, severely brain-damaged three-year-old.
It is easy to forget how full the world is of people, full to bursting, and each of them imaginable and consistently misimagined.