But what was charming was what one could at first glance construe as nervousness, her eyes simultaneously taking everything in and throwing it out, searching searching searching, like a cars headlights on a dark and twisting country road. Her true beauty, to me, lay in the fact that she was still looking for what she wanted, that nothing was ever quite enough, and it was never easy for her to define what she wanted; that she knew it when she saw it; the way her eyes would light up at something honest and true, and dim at fakery. It’s something that you see in certain dogs and most children, because they can’t lie, they just run on what’s true.

You see it in grown people sometimes. It’s a specific kind of insatiability that proves that the best people are all a little crazy, and that you never know what you really want until you see it.