Sundays at Tiffany's

This time I wouldn't forget him, because I couldn't ever forgive him - for breaking my heart twice.

Just because life is hard, and always ends in a bad way, doesn't mean that all stories have to, even if that's what they tell us in school and in the New York Times Review. In fact, it's a good thing that stories are as different as we are, one from another.

Love means never having to be apart

Okay, okay, okay. I understood that pushing the elevator button over and over again would not make the elevator appear sooner. But I couldn't help myself

She had a lot of hugs to give, but not enough people to give them to.

People always remember the worst day of their lifes. It becomes a part of them forever.

Why do things this beautiful make me want to cry?" I asked Michael as I leaned into him. It was an unguarded question, one I'd never have asked of Hugh. "I don't know," said Michael. "Maybe beauty, true beauty, is so overwhelming, it goes straight to our hearts. Maybe it makes us feel emotions that are locked away inside.

Once I was seated, I couldn't help people-watching. I'll admit it, I'm an addict from way back.

Just because life is hard and always ends in a bad way doesn't mean that all stories have to. Even if that's what they tell us in school and the New York Book Review.

and I think that everything in life is kind of unreal, isn't it?

you'll see, jαne,' he promised her. 'you'll forget me, αnd it won't hurt tomorrow. besides, you sαid it yourself: love meαns you cαn never be αpαrt. so we'll never be αpαrt, jαne, becαuse i love you so much. i'll αlwαys, αlwαys love you.

It was like meeting someone out of your dreams, or fantasies, or a beloved character from a favorite book.

Just because life is hard, and always ends in a bad way, doesn't mean that all stories have to

maybe, beauty, true beauty, is so overwhelming, it goes straight to our hearts.maybe it makes us feel emotions that are locked away inside

Love takes chances, and I wanted to take a chance right now. For once in my life, I knew what I wanted.

So this is how "happy" feels, I thought. The energy, the automatic smile. This is what it's like to look forward to the day, to believe there could be good things coming.

But then we have to leave, have to. It's always been that way, and it will always be that way, Jane. That's just.. how it works

And then I'm thinking - is it so impossible to imagine or believe? - that a man and a woman can find happiness together for a little while, which afterall, is all that we have. All anyone has.

At that instant, I knew exactly what I wanted out of life: this. This feeling, this happiness, this embrace.

He felt nervous and excited an happy and kind of filled with dread, all at the same time. It was the most emotion he'd never experienced...

The secret of imaginary friends. Children have imaginary friends to help guide them into their lives. We help children feel less alone, help them find their place in the world, in their families. But then we have to leave, have to. It's always been that way, and it will always be that way, Jane. That's just... how it works.

Well, how else to explain… all of this? Or me, of course? Or us? Snocones, Pokémon, the Simpsons, the justice system in America, iPods.

Maybe my goals were too long-term. Maybe I should figure out a way to be happy, not for a lifetime, but for an hour or two.

I watch him up on the screen as I hold his hand in the audience, and I think that everything in life is kind of unreal, isn’t it? And then I'm thinking - is it so impossible to imagine or believe? - that a man and a woman can find happiness together for a little while, which, after all, is all that we have. All anyone has. I think it can happen.

We turned left, walked through a large wooden doorway, and then we were standing in one of the most beautiful rooms in the world. Enormous canvases of Monet’s water lilies covered the walls, surrounding us, taking us to a different world. “Why do things this beautiful make me want to cry?" I asked Michael as I leaned into him. It was an unguarded question, one I'd never have asked of Hugh. "I don't know," said Michael. "Maybe beauty, true beauty, is so overwhelming, it goes straight to our hearts. Maybe it makes us feel emotions that are locked away inside.

What exactly were the duties of an imaginary friend? Pretty much just to make it easier for the child to fit into the world without feeling too alone or scared. Hours? Whatever it took. Benefits? The incredibly pure love between a kid and an imaginary friend. It didn’t get better than that. Where did he fit in the great cosmic plan? Well, no one had ever told him.