Each of us is born with a box of matches inside us but we can't strike them all by ourselves

After the first glass of vodkayou can accept just about anythingof life even your own mysteriousnessyou think it is nice that a boxof matches is purple and brown and is called La Petite and comes from Swedenfor they are words that you know and that is all you know words not their feelings or what they mean and you write because you know them not because you understand them because you don't you are stupid and lazy and will never be great but you do what you know because what else is there?

I am not looking for a "perfect" man. Only one who matches me on an emotional, spiritual, sexual, and intellectual level.

There can be no disparity in marriage like unsuitability of mind and purpose.

I huddle in the dark with a mass of burnt matches strewn at my feet. And yet, for all of those matches I’ve not been able to light a single candle. And huddled in such deep darkness, I’ve somehow yet to realize that Christmas made both matches and candles forever obsolete.

There's no such thing as a perfect relationship. It's about finding someone who matches you and will go through everything without giving up.

But if you were matched," I say softly, "What do you think she'd be like?""You," he says, almost before I've finished. "You,