What Else Is Life From The Time

You Don't Need To Be Seeing Someone To Be In Love With Her. You Can Have Lost Touch With Her, She Can Have Hurt You, Even Inexplicably. If You Ever Felt That You Really Knew Her And That It Was What You Knew That You Loved, And If You Remember What It Was You Once Knew, Why Is It So Crazy To Retain That Love Still?

The Peculiar Striations That Define Someone's Personality Are Too Numerous To Know, No Matter How Close The Observer. A Person We Think We Know Can Suddenly Become Someone Else When Previously Hidden Strands Of His Character Are Called To The Fore By Circumstance.

He Sits In His Car At Traffic Lights On His Way Out Sometimes And Tries To Estimate How Many Times He Has Sat Here, Waiting At These Traffic Lights On His Way Somewhere Without You, Hoping To Meet Someone With The Capacity To Consign You To An Anecdote, To Be Eventually Confused With Others

As My Name Might Suggest, I'm Jewish. My Grandparents Were Polish And Russian Jews Who Came To Australia In The Late 1920s, And Had They Not, We Wouldn't Be Talking Now.

You Would Love The Way He Sees You. He Uses You As A Weapon Against Himself And Not Merely Because You Did