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‘He wanted to live life in such a way that if a photograph were taken at random, it would be a cool photograph. Things should look right. Fun; there should be a lot of fun and no more sadness than absolutely
necessary.’

‘She hadn't felt anything in months. Had days when she didn't really know where she was or what she'd done. They passed swiftly and yet dripped by.
So did the months: She'd blinked, and winter had fallen. Blinked,
and her body had turned too thin. As hollow as she felt.’

“We women have something of the mother in us that makes us rise above smaller matters when the mother spirit is invoked. I felt this big sorrowing man's head resting on me, as though it were that of a baby that someday may lie on my bosom, and I stroked his hair as though he were my own child. I never thought at the time how strange it all was.”

"You do not want to sleep?"
"No. I am afraid."
"Afraid to go to sleep! Why so! It is the boon we all crave for."
"Ah, not if you were like me, if sleep was to you a presage of horror!"
"A presage of horror! What on earth do you mean?"
"I don't know. Oh, I don't know. And that is what is so terrible. All this weakness comes to me in sleep, until I dread the very thought."

I was amazing now—to them and to myself. It was like I had been born to be a vampire. The idea made me want to laugh, but it also made me want to sing. I had found my true place in the world, the place I fit, the place I shined.

“We can just talk about being sad, if you like. . . . Because I am starting to think that talking about the sadness might be the same thing as processing the sadness. And if we’re not doing that, then we only have our thoughts for company, and our thoughts are unreliable and they invent things and they lie to us and give bad advice. Not talking about the sadness is what leads us into The Madness

“Mother tells me, the immortal goddess Thetis with her glistening feet,
that two fates bear me in to the day of death.
If I hold out here and I lay siege on Troy,
my journey home is gone, but my glory never dies.
If I voyage back to the fatherland I love,
my pride, my glory dies. . .
true, but the life that left me will be long,
the stroke of death will not come on me quickly.”

“She asks him if the future of relationships will move away from this idea of belonging to each other. And he says that, while you can intellectually believe in that, when you are actually in love with somebody, you want to possess each other.”

“Remember: a broken heart is a jesters greatest prop.”

“None will ever be a true Parisian who has not learned to wear a mask of gaiety over his sorrows and one of sadness, boredom or indifference over his inward joy.”

“Maybe things can get better between people who want to do a great job loving each other. Maybe that’s all it takes.”