“A breeze blows up, touching my cheek like a little child's kiss. It flutters a piece of paper. "Trash, out there? Must belong to one of us." We move closer, and when I reached for it, I find...... a perfect paper airplane.”
“Only you should decide for you what is perfect.”
“Perfect? How can you define a word without concrete meaning?”
“FakeIs that what you areif you choose to improve the basic not perfect you?”
“She's incredible, not that she's perfect. But you once said imperfections create character.”
“She is angle. I amcurve. Together, we are geometricsculpture, and we make perfect sense.”