It took me less than half a lifetime to realize that regret is one of the few guaranteed certainties. Sooner or later everything is touched by it, despite our naive and senseless hope that just this time we will be spared its cold hand on our heart.
If you are very lucky, you're allowed to be in certain places during just the right season of your life: by the sea for the summer when you're seven or eight and full of the absolute need to swim until dark and exhaustion close their hands together, cupping you in between.
Everyone coming out of a perfume store is smelling the back of their hand.
Why do people always gesture with their hands when they talk on the phone?
Both young children and old people have a lot of time on their hands. That's probably why they get along so well.