“Later that night, sitting at the kitchen table, hearing the dog sigh for no reason you can think of, you know Tramp was wrong. There’s endless room in a human heart. Build three rooms or three million, and they’ll have the same tenants: Love. Fear. And Hope.
And isn’t it odd how two of those tenants always end up sharing a room.
— James Lileks
By Brent on 9 December 2002