It was as if this night were only one of thousands of nights, world without end, night curving into night to make a great arching line of which I couldn’t see the end, a night in which I roamed alone under cold, mindless stars.

“He bent close to me, and suddenly kissed me, in a manner that seemed entirely c…”

“We’re going to die and not even know. We’ll never know, and all this meaningles…”

“With his finger curled under his lip, his elbow on the arm of the couch, he mer…”

“I never changed after that. I sought for nothing in the one great source of cha…”