"There is only one serious question.

And that is:

Who knows how to make love stay?

Answer me that and I will tell you whether or not to kill yourself.Answer me that and I will ease your mind about the beginning and the end of time. Answer me that and I will reveal to you the purpose of the moon."

I just unpacked the most depressing box of my memories that I think I own.

Don't keep around old love letters. Just toss 'em if you find them more than 3 months after they were written 'cause there's a good chance that the next time you read them they'll do nothing but make you bitter, depressed and disillusioned.

If you ever want to get rid of that "I'm in love for the first time don't you know it's gonna last" sort of feeling, reread some old love letters, preferably from the beginning of another relationship and realize how unromantic, depressing really, your relationship will be six years later.

"When two people meet and fall in love, there's a sudden rush of magic. Magic is just naturally present then. We tend to feed on that gratuitous magic without striving to make any more. One day we wake up and find that the magic is gone. We hustle to get it back, but by then it's usually too late, we've used it up."

You know what's even worse to keep around?

Condolence cards. Seriously, why the fuck would I ever think that rereading the "sorry for your loss" cards that were sent to me after my father died is a good idea? Yeah, that's really going to make me feel awesome. Good thing I've been keeping those around for 6.5 years... moving them from house to apartment to house to apartment.

Finally sticking those in the recycling. It somehow seems wrong, but why keep them around? That's just weird.

That's probably enough bitterness (and Tom Robbins quoting) for now.