Farrar, Straus and Giroux

Measure the hope of that moment, that feeling.

Everything else will be measured against it.

It’s not as if I can conjure you there completely. I must embrace the idea of you instead

It’s a fucked-up world, boy

Nuh-nah-nuh-nuh

So you better make me laugh

People often say that when couples are married for a long time, they start to look alike. I don’t believe that. But I do believe their sentences start to look alike.

Perhaps it never happened. Perhaps it happened while I was asleep. Most likely, there’s no signal event. There’s just the steady accumulation of awhile.

There has to be a moment at the beginning when you wonder whether you’re in love with the person or in love with the feeling of love itself

I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. YOU FUCKER, I LOVE YOU.

Suffering has made me what I am,—

I must not regret; or judge; or

struggle

Suffering has made me what I am,—

I must not regret; or judge; or

struggle to escape it

in the indifference of (the ruthless

ecstasy of)

CHANGE;

CHANGE; “my endless RENEWAL”; BECOMING.