How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you’ll never meet them. All right, so we do the best we can. Granted. But we must still realize that love is just the result of a chance encounter.
— Charles Bukowski (via cyberunfamous)
Throughout the day, Stargirl had been dropping money. She was the Johnny Appleseed of loose change: a penny here, a nickel there. Tossed to the sidewalk, laid on a shelf or bench. Even quarters.
“I hate change,” she said. “It’s so … jangly.”
“Do you realize how much you must throw away in a year?” I said.
“Did you ever see a little kid’s face when he spots a penny on a sidewalk?”
— Stargirl, by Jerry Spinelli (via thesouljar)