Time wounds all heals.

My last refuge, my books: simple pleasures, like finding wild onions by the side of a road, or requited love.

Listen to me: die after me, all right? I don't care what else you do, where you go, how you screw up your life, just... survive. Outlive me, please.

The window shades have all been removed. Nighttime is now free to encroach.

You're thoughtful, Barbara, but you're not open. You're passionate, but you're hard. You're a good, decent, funny, wonderful woman, and I love you, but you're a pain in the ass.