I had thought about everything carefully before I had agreed to him. I had made every preparation, every calculation, except for those two essentials that could not be calculated; his heart and mine.

“That walls should fall is the consequence of blowing your own trumpet.”

“There will be a future. We believe in our unreality too strongly to give it up.”

“I felt like a thief with a bagful of stolen glances.”

“I was in those days all about the 'fuck you'. Fuck you for not recognising how …”