At the end, we brought her to New York, where I was living, for a series of experimental tortures that increased the misery of her days without increasing the number of them.
When you stopped wishing things wouldn't fall apart, you'd stop suffering when they did.
All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm.
I just want the pleasure of noticing these things at a safe distance.
it is the nature of stars to cross
No," I said. And maybe it was only because Alaska couldn't hit the brakes and I couldn't hit the accelerator.