I loved you for everything.
More than anything else, we want to fit into our own families.
Elijah is inexplicably moved by the broken columns and fragmented floors. He cannot help but find a meaning and a message in their poverty of stature. This is what remains, he thinks. It seems a valuable lesson on a day when card catalogs are dying, communications are deleted, and buildings crumble under the weight of society’s expectations.
I could never be with someone who wasn’t excited by rainstorms.
When a first date really works, it works like this: You feel the thrill of opening to the first page of a book. And you know -instinctively, you know- it’s going to be a very long book.
Man kann Worte schenken, aber nicht wegnehmen. Und wenn Worte geschenkt und empfangen werden, dann sind sie etwas Gemeinsames.
Silence equals death, we’d say. And underneath that would be the assumption – the fear – that death equaled silence.
People are, in fact, born equal, no matter who they kiss or screw, no matter what dreams they have or love they give.
There is the distance of miles, and the distance of brothers, to overcome. He can feel the world coming between them again. But the world is so much smaller than it used to be.
Don’t let anyone make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want.
He treats his body like it’s made of fireworks, each one timed to the beat. Is.
They wouldn’t beat him up. They wouldn’t break his ribs. He knew that. But they had other ways of breaking him – with silence, with disappointment, with disapproval.
Elijah’s problem, in Danny’s mind, is that he has no sense of what it takes to make a living. Danny’s problem, in Elijah’s mind, is that he has no sense of what it takes to make a life.
But in the short term, siblings are at best a hassle and at worst a terror.
My identity walks the wires for me, all around the world. The body is now the afterthought. The birthplace, not the home.
Whenever I look at it, it makes me happy. That’s the moral of the story. That’s it.
You expect death to bring some new form of punctuation, but there it is: one small gasp. Period.
We don’t talk about anything. She talks, for sure. She talks and talks and talks. But we don’t talk at all.
But now when I kissed her, I was always measuring how much of her was there. And I was wondering how much of me was left.
I can tell there are lots of thoughts she’s considering, but I have no idea what they are. Falling in love with someone doesn’t mean you know any better how they feel. It only means you know how you feel.