...I love 'yes.' It's practically the most interesting word of all, don't you think?" Like a hinge opening a door outward. Yes, yes, yes.

Soon we will be strangers. No, we can never be that. Hurting someone is an act of reluctant intimacy. We will be dangerous acquaintances with a history.

My guess is that she is uncomfortable in such an intransigent world but is unable to live accordingly to her own desire.

Nothing can be repaired or advanced but only accepted

England has become a squalid, uncomfortable, ugly place ... an intolerant, racist, homophobic, narrow-minded, authoritarian, rat-hole run by vicious, suburban-minded, materialistic philistines.

And silence, like darkness, can be kind; it, too, is a language.

You don't stop loving someone just because you hate them.