Christopher

“I'd die for you," he repeats, quieter.
"I'd rather you not," I admit with a smile. "I would ... really miss your heartbeat.”
― Daryl Banner, Dead Of Winter

“Look, you: there are enough stars for everyone tonight, and among them shine the satellites, those counterfeit coins. He reaches for, but does not catch, a falling star. Less, at last, goes to bed. But he cannot stop thinking of what Lewis has told him. Not the story about the ten years, but the idea of being alone. He realizes that, even after Robert, he never truly let himself be alone. Even here, on this trip: first Bastian, then Javier. Why this endless need for a man as a mirror? To see the Arthur Less reflected there? He is grieving, for sure—the loss of his lover, his career, his novel, his youth—so why not cover the mirrors, rend the fabric over his heart, and just let himself mourn? Perhaps he should try alone.”
― Andrew Sean Greer, Less

“Strange to be almost 50, no? I feel like I just understood how to be young.”

“Yes. It’s like the last day in a foreign country. You finally figure out where to get coffee and drinks and a good steak and then you have to leave. And you won’t ever be back.”
― Andrew Sean Greer, Less

“To think about life is to contemplate death—it’s what makes living so valuable. Our time here is limited, gone in the blink of an eye.”
― Steven Rowley, The Celebrants