"Any view of things that is not strange is false"

Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you ad mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life... You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and your life isn't you own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like 'Maybe we should just be friends' or 'How perceptive' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love. I hate love.

You got what anybody else gets, Bernie. You got a lifetime.

'I know lots of things. People think I don't but I really do. I know more about us than any of us. That's just one of the things I know.'

Have you ever had one of those days when something just seems to be trying to tell you somebody?

Flowers gathered in the morning Afternoon they blossom on Still are withered by the evening You can be me when I'm gone