Love stories seek to demonstrate the great truth of love: that we discover eternity in a moment that dies immediately after.

True love stories never have endings.

God gets the great stories. Novelists must make do with more mundane fictions.

Women.
Lord God, I used to follow these girls.
THey would come at me, those girls who were not really girls anymore. Grown up, wounded, hurt and terrible. Pained and desperate. Mean and angry. Hungry and unable to say just what they needed. Scared, aching, they came into my bed like I could fix it. And every time I would try. I would do anything a woman wanted as long as she didn't want too much of me. As long as I could hide behind her need, I could make her believe anything. I would tell her stories. I would bury in them. I have buried more women than I am willing to admit. I have told more lies than I can stand.

All love stories are the same.

I wondered if the person who really loves you is the person who knows all your stories, the person who WANTS to know all your stories.