I also like:
making brownies. planning holidays. books. words. cups of tea. crumpets. the phantom tollbooth. mashed potato. my bed. cocktails. sharp cider. good beer. euphemisms. snow. sunshiney days. talking bollocks.
"I imagine the feelings of two people meeting again after many years. In the past they spent some time together, and therefore they think they are linked by the same experience, the same recollections. The same recollections? That’s where the misunderstanding starts: they don’t have the same recollection; each of them retains two or three small scenes from the past, but each has his own; their recollections are not similar; they don’t intersect; and even in terms of quantity they are not comparable: one persons remembers the other more than he is remembered; first because memory capacity varies among individuals, but also (this is more painful to admit) because they don’t hold the same importance for each other."
I do not care what car you drive where you live. If you know some one who knows someone who knows someone. If your clothes are this years cutting edge. If your trust fund is unlimited. If you are A- list B-list never heard of you list. I only care about the words that flutter from your mind. They are the only thing you truly own. The only thing I will remember you by. I will not fall in love with your bones and skin. I will not fall in love with the places you have been. I will not fall in love with anything but the words that flutter from your extraordinary mind.