there isn't enough of anything as long as we live. But at intervals a sweetness appears and, given a chance prevails.
and did you get what you wanted from this life even so? i did.
My heart is broken,” she goes. “It’s turned to a piece of stone. I’m no good. That’s what’s as bad as anything, that I’m no good anymore.
She won't give him back his look.
Woke up this morning with a terrific urge to lie in bed all day and read.
Something’s died in me,” she goes. “It took a long time for it to do it, but it’s dead. You’ve killed something, just like you’d took an axe to it. Everything is dirt now.