“Like a milk mustache, faint traces of you persist; love leaves evidence.”
“It's circumstantial evidence, like finding a trout in the milk.”
“Right now I have a milk mustache. I grew it on a cattle ranch, and then glued it to my face.”
“Love, like light, is a thing that is enacted better than defined: we know it afterward by the traces it leaves on paper.”
“The thing with thoughts is that they die, like everything else. But almost everything else leaves a trace behind, even if it's a tiny carcass, some proof that it existed. Unless thoughts are spoken or written or sung or acted upon, there's no evidence that they were ever there.”
“If you leave a good trace behind you, that trace will continue its walk even if you stop!”