Lying Is Too Much Trouble. You Have

Salzburg... Is A Mountain Town With A Rushing River Running Right Through The Center, Everything In The Rain Various Shades Of Green And Brown.

At The End Of Their Relationship She Asked If They Could Still Remain Friends. His Face Stayed Expressionless Until He Said "no. Because We Put Friends In Boxes. You See Them Once In A While, Or Even A Lot, But Still They Have Their Box In Your Life, Their Specific Place. Their *category.* That's One Of The Great Things About Being Someone's Love-- You Have No Box In Their Life Because You're Part Of All Their Boxes. You're Their Friend, Their Lover, Their Confidante-- All Those Things. I Don't Want To Be Put In One Of Your Boxes And I Don't Want To Shrink You To Fit Into One Of Mine.

People Who Truly Love Us Can Be Divided Into Two Categories: Those Who Understand Us, And Those Who Forgive Us Our Worst Sins. Rarely Do You Find Someone Capable Of Both.

The Future Is Fastidious And Punctual. It Keeps Perfect Time And Arrives Everywhere On The Dot. In Contrast, Its Slacker Brother The Past Has No Use For Clocks Or Appointments. It Comes And Goes As It Pleases In Our Memory, Camping Out Wherever The Hell It Damn Well Wants To In There. Untrustworthy, Prone To Exaggeration, Biased- You Wouldn't Lend It Ten Cents, But It *sure* Can Be Charming And Seductive When It Feels Like It.

Even The Handsomest Men Do Not Have The Same Momentary Effect On The World As A Truly Beautiful Woman Does.