The sad, fucking truth was that no matter who you are, you never, ever, get your fill.

“Was anything in the world truer than that intuitive leap of the heart?”

“In the end it all came down to companionship, to friendship, to sacrifice, to c…”

“The attraction of cynicism was that it so often put you in the right, as if bei…”

“The problem with the contemplative life was that there was no end to contemplat…”