"Sometimes when all had gone silent, and the world seemed to sleep, He would just look at Her until His eyes hurt. When He looked at Her, He would get a knot in the back of His throat; She was so beautiful to Him, that it was painful. It was a pain that never seemed to go away because Her beauty never seemed to fade. So He sat there and stared at Her, hoping that He would never have to live a day without looking at Her."
"Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, “I am falling to the floor crying,” but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well."