It had never occurred to me that our lives, which had been so closely interwoven, could unravel with such speed.
If you are under the impression you have already perfected yourself, you will never rise to the heights you are no doubt capable of.
Poor creatures. What did we do to you? With all our schemes and plans?
I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it’s just too much. The current’s too strong. They’ve got to let go, drift apart.
I half closed my eyes and imagined this was the spot where everything I’d ever lost since my childhood had washed up, and I was now standing here in front of it, and if I waited long enough, a tiny figure would appear on the horizon across the field and gradually get larger until I’d see it was Tommy, and he’d wave, and maybe even call.
There was another life that I might have had, but I am having this one.
You say you’re sure? Sure that you’re in love? How can you know it? You think love is so simple?
What I’m not sure about, is if our lives have been so different from the lives of the people we save. We all complete. Maybe none of us really understand what we’ve lived through, or feel we’ve had enough time.