Every letter was a love letter. Of course, as love letters went, this one could have been better. It was not very promising, for instance, that Madeleine claimed not to want to see him for the next half-century.
Jeffrey EugenidesSo do boys and men announce their intentions. They cover you like a sarcophagus lid. And call it love.
Jeffrey EugenidesChunks of his life fell away, so that while we were moving ahead in time, he was moving back.
Jeffrey Eugenides