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“She steps away now and looks me directly in the eye, placing her hands on my arms.
"I'm going to tell you something now, Aaron," she says. "And I want you to listen. Because I mean it. Because you're my friend."
I nod.
"You deserve to be loved.”
― Air
"I'm going to tell you something now, Aaron," she says. "And I want you to listen. Because I mean it. Because you're my friend."
I nod.
"You deserve to be loved.”
― Air
“Part of me feels slightly disconcerted by how beautiful I find my son. There were moments in his childhood when I found him so utterly perfect that it was difficult not to weep when he came running toward me. I wanted him to stay that way forever, never to change. And it seems as if it's only now, in moments of repose, when he's not being a pain-in-the-ass teen, that his childhood flawlessness is momentarily restored.
I suppose I looked like him once, long ago, too. Utterly innocent.
Maybe that's why Freya chose me.”
― Air
I suppose I looked like him once, long ago, too. Utterly innocent.
Maybe that's why Freya chose me.”
― Air
“There's no Wi-Fi," he says, his tone one of utter disbelief. "Dad, there's no Wi-Fi."
"Should I call the police?" I ask, and he stares at me for a moment, as if he thinks I'm genuinely suggesting this, before rolling his eyes. "We're in a fairly isolated place, Emmet. It's possible there won't be any Wi-Fi on the island at all."
"None?"
"I mean, it's possible."
"How do they survive?”
― Air
"Should I call the police?" I ask, and he stares at me for a moment, as if he thinks I'm genuinely suggesting this, before rolling his eyes. "We're in a fairly isolated place, Emmet. It's possible there won't be any Wi-Fi on the island at all."
"None?"
"I mean, it's possible."
"How do they survive?”
― Air
“Art is generally about love, one way or another, don't you think? Every book. Every song. Every film. All of us trying to live with it. Or get over it. Or wonder why we've never had it.”
― Air
― Air
“I've never given much thought to the fact that it won't be long before I'm back where I started, before I even met Rebecca. It's narcissistic, but the thought flashes through my head that I'm a good man, with a good career. I've kept my body in decent shape, and I'm reasonably attractive. Some might say that I'm a catch. So why the fuck don't I have someone, other than my son, to go home to? Why is is that I haven't had sex in so long? Why have I never been to bed with anyone other than my rapist and my ex-wife?
"Dad," he says, and when I look up, he's staring at me with a concerned expression on his face. "Dad, what's wrong?"
I shake my head, confused by the question. "What?" I ask him. "What do you mean?"
"Dad, you're crying.”
― Air
"Dad," he says, and when I look up, he's staring at me with a concerned expression on his face. "Dad, what's wrong?"
I shake my head, confused by the question. "What?" I ask him. "What do you mean?"
"Dad, you're crying.”
― Air
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