Being in love means being at the mercy of someone's childhood.

At the same time, you have to find the right distance between people. Too close, and they overwhelm you, too far and they abandon you. How to hold them in the right relation?

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.

Why do people who are good at families have to be smug and assume it is the only way to live. … Why can’t they be blamed for being bad at promiscuity?

I've never had any desire to be good. I don't like goodness particularly.

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

But in love each moment is magnified, and every gesture, word and syllable is examined like a speech by the President.