“Years into days.Days into hours.Hours into minutes.Minutes into moments.Moments into possibility.”
“Moments into minutes. Minutes into hours. Hours into days. Days into years. Years into possibility. This will linger.”
“That is what love is. A possibility that becomes a choice. A choice you keep making, over and over. Day after day. Year after year. Time after time.”
“How could he possibly bow deeply enough to honor a thousand-year-old samurai queen?”
“The fame of an actor is won in minutes and seconds, not in years. The latter are only helpful in the recurrence of opportunities; in the possibilities of repetition.”
“That is what love is I thought. A possibility that becomes a choice. A choice you keep making over and over. Day after day. Year after year. Time after time.”