Whatever kind of mood you're in tonight
I'll meet you any time you want
In our Italian restaurant
I'll meet you any time you want
In our Italian restaurant
- Billy Joel
Stand back and watch it spew.
The quality of silence here is of birdsong.
We leave slivers of ourselves behind.
This is what we mourn.
This is what we celebrate.
This is the cycle that is life.
I dodged so many bullets.
Most of them were from people who didn't know what they wanted.
Sometimes I think they're the most dangerous ones.
Twenty-second anniversary of our first kiss. We sat on a bench on Piedmont Avenue. He pressed down so hard my mouth hurt. Then he paced. "I can't help it," he said. "The energy."