Why is it that everything I eat when I’m with you is so delicious?’ I laughed. ‘Could it be that you’re satisfying hunger and lust at the same time?

I felt how important the simplest things were, like feeling proud, finding something funny, stretching yourself, retreating into yourself.

Everything that had happened was shockingly beautiful, enough to make you crazy.

Was that what it means to be an adult, to live with ugly ambiguities?

it'll be this kind of deep blue”she said. “The kind of color that somehow sucks your eyes and your ears and all your words —the color of a completely closed-in night

To the extent that I had come to understand that despair does not necessarily result in annihilation, that one can go on as usual in spite of it, I had become hardened. Was this what it means to be an adult, to live with ugly ambiguities? I didn't like it, but it made it easier to go on.

Why were we so far apart, even when we were together? It was a nice loneliness, like the sensation of washing your face in cold water.