Last year we had many smallish hopes, made many smallish attempts, suffered many smallish failures, and we died one by one. This year a change of plan! One big hope, one big push, one big fuck-up, and we all die at once.

“Other people", Rose thought. "Other people and their bloody love.”

“More talk of love would lead to the difficulties surrounding...Oh, God, he love…”

“Look how beautiful the green lawns of the park are in the misty evening light, …”

“No one ever wins a war, and wars are never over.”