It's strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words.
“When kids hit one year old, it's like hanging out with a miniature drunk. You have to hold onto them. They bump into things. They laugh and cry. They urinate. They vomit.”
“I am like a freight train. Working on the details, twisting them and playing with them over the years, but always staying on the same track.”