There is still that singular perfection, and it's perfect in part because it seemed, at the time, so clearly to promise more.
Michael CunninghamYou grow weary of being treated as the enemy simply because you are not young anymore; because you dress unexceptionally.
Michael CunninghamYou want to give him the book of his own life, the book that will locate him, parent him, arm him for the changes.
Michael CunninghamI don't have any regrets, really, except that one. I wanted to write about you, about us, really. Do you know what I mean? I wanted to write about everything, the life we're having and the lives we might have had. I wanted to write about all the ways we might have died.
Michael Cunningham