Aaron Glassman

The first little while is the hardest, and then you move on.

Good memories are like a beautiful song. You don't want them to ever end.

We all have quirks. We can all be a pain in the ass from time to time.

We all get smacked around. We got to learn to take the hits, lick our wounds, and move on.

When a guy is stoned, he can tell another guy anything that's in his heart. You know, all the messy, scary, embarrassing stuff that he would otherwise never, ever, ever tell anyone.

Sure, we could go out on another date and another date after that and more dates after that, but life is short and getting shorter, and I want to spend whatever time I have left with you. When we are together, it feels like we are speeding down the PCH in a Duesenberg, 12 cylinders with 400 cc's and turbo boosts and picnic basket in the back with baguettes and Gruyere and prosciutto and Chateauneuf-du-Pape, and you are sitting next to me, wind in your hair, and you are laughing that laugh, and the sun, and the ocean. And it just feels like we can go forever.

— Letting things get personal is a sure formula for screwing things up.
— Letting things get personal is how we how we make it matter.

— Guilt must be a bad thing if it makes people feel badly about something they can never fix.
— Or maybe it's a deterrent so we do the right thing the next time.

You show someone respect because you respect them, or because you're afraid of them.

It's wonderful, this love thing. Why should it make any sense? When I think about the reasons I'm in love with Debbie, okay, she's kind, she's funny, she's loving. But that's not it. Not really. There are other people in the world that are kinder, that are funnier, that are more loving than she is, but she makes me happy just being around her. It makes absolutely no sense, but I wouldn't trade it for anything.

Nobody likes dating. It's awkward and uncomfortable. It's expensive.

Being alone and being lonely are two different things. Sometimes we're lonely, and we don't even know it.

The day after I got my driver's license, I went out and bought a 1963 Galaxie, Midnight Blue. 1,255 bucks; every penny I earned for the past three years working in a gas station. I loved it. Because a car to a sixteen-year-old kid means independence, which means he can go wherever he wants whenever he wants. And that doesn't change with age; in fact, it means even more.

We are in a daily battle for our lives. I see no value in dwelling on that.

Everybody needs a little help now and then.