" Is the night a failure because it will end in an hour?Is the sun a failure because it's going to end in a billion years? No, it's the fucking sun. Why does a marriage not count"

His brain sits before it's cash register again, charging him for old shame as if he has not paid before

"So many people will do. But once you've actually been in love, you can't live with "will do"; it's worse than living eith yourself"

But: how to live alone and yet not be alone?

Don't little children, awake one morning and told, "Now you're five!" - don't they wail at the universe's decent into chaos?