"I would like to talk with you, laugh with you, argue with you, debate with you, eat with you, and I would like to be separate from you, and do my things, and I would like you to be separate from me, and like oxygen is to fire, space is to our hunger for one another. I would like it to work, or not to work—if it works, that is love. If it runs out, it is not. For love is not a thing, it is not merely the present moment—love is a string of a thousand present moments—love is an un-ending string of Christmas lights, powered by the Sun itself. If our love runs out, you shall find another, I am sure of it. If our love runs out, I shall love again. There is love and there is love, so perhaps love is not the question. Perhaps the question is time." -- Waylon Lewis