What had happened to us that we sneered at expressions of love and devoured stories of alienation and rage! Give me the hearts drawn on napkins, the men who walked on the street side of the sidewalk.
The kind that, after years have gone by, will still leave a note on your mirror; you lean in to read his flourishes and you can feel the ease of his words- When I see you, my darling, in the morning before showers or in your studio covered with paint, with hair matted and tired eyes, I know that you are the most beautiful woman in the world.
(includes excerpts from The Notebook and A Year of Pleasures)