And still, for all the jealousy, all the doubt, sometimes I will
be struck with a kind of awe that we’re together.

“Maybe fate's arithmetic is so diffuse that it's not arithmetic at all.”

“In my kind of falling, there’s no landing. There’s only hitting the ground. Har…”

“Maybe language is kind, giving us these double meanings. Maybe it's trying to t…”

“I guess I don't believe these things can ever be easy, although I also don't se…”