That's what alcoholics do. It's in their job description: fall apart and then keep falling apart.
Audrey NiffeneggerHe looks sad. Or maybe that's just how he looks when he isn't doing something else with his face.
Audrey NiffeneggerThe choices weโre working with here are a block universe, where past, present and future all coexist simultaneously and everything has already happened; chaos, where anything can happen and nothing can be predicted because we canโt know all the variables; and a Christian universe in which God made everything and itโs all here for a purpose but we have free will anyway.
Audrey NiffeneggerOur love has been the thread through the labyrinth, the net under the high-wire walker, the only real thing in this strange life of mine that I could ever trust.
Audrey NiffeneggerOh. A bigger studio. It dawns on me, stupid me, that Henry could win the lottery at any time at all; that he has never bothered to do so because it's not normal; that he has decided to set aside his fanatical dedication to living like a normal person so I can have a studio big enough to roller-skate across; that I am being an ingrate. "Clare? Earth to Clare..." "Thank you," I say, too abruptly.
Audrey Niffenegger