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You think people will wait until you're ready. You think they will act according to your time. But they do things their own way.
Life does things its own way. It is too late.

This book is like a movie, you can feel the air changing when people appear or leave, not like the color change of the leaf, but like the silence of the sudden wind, they took something with you. Then you finally find out who is actually in your heart but who just left some hurt and heat in your soul.

'He asked me to destroy it and I said I would, but I never did.
It's yours now, Goose. As his dealer, I'm giving it back to you.
Whatever you choose to do, I won't ask questions. No one will'

He went up to the room Iris had been sleeping in. She'd stripped the bed and emptied the cupboards, leaving the doors and drawers wide open, so that the place looked ransacked. 'Oh, Iris, he said. 'Oh, Iris. Then he went to Netta's room, followed by Susan's.

To begin with, Susan had worried that working for Vic might be a bad idea, but Netta argued that at least Goose was safe at the studio. And, actually, he found that helping his father with his work, while avoiding art himself, had been a way of keeping close to it and simultaneously hiding. Like weaning himself off without going cold turkey.

Love at a rupture

We went bang right from the start. You could have blindfolded us and we would still have found each other. It's a miracle, when you think about it. How on earth, on this vast planet of eight billion human beings, do two people who are destined for each other manage to meet?'

‘Love wasn't the sweeping-you-sideways feeling you saw in films. It was more like getting on the slow train and arriving with lots of stations in between.’

“For an isolated moment, a breeze swept through the room.
Papers lifted from the floor, the shutters swayed. The lake gave a shimmer, then went still again. Beneath that sewn-up surface, something was alive and present.” So beautiful, like the soul from the nature are whispering something human being cannot catch