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The difficulty of living alone is that any mess he makes he is forced to clean up himself. No, the real difficulty of living alone is that no one cares if you are upset.
He feels drunk or at least carbonated. Insane. At first, he thinks this is happiness, but then he determines it’s love. Fucking love, he thinks. What a bother.
People tell boring lies about politics, God and love. You know everything you need to know about a person from the answer to the question: What is your favourite book?
‘It is the secret fear that we are unlovable that isolates us,’ the passage goes, ‘but it is only because we are isolated that we think we are unlovable. Someday, you do not know when, you will be driving down a road. And someday, you do not know when, he, or indeed she, will be there. You will be loved because for the first time in your life, you will truly not be alone. You will have chosen to not be alone.’
Someday, you may think of marrying. Pick someone who thinks you’re the only person in the room.
We agree to be disappointed sometimes so that we can be exhilarated every now and again.
We read to know we’re not alone. We read because we are alone. We read and we are not alone. We are not alone.
In the end, we are collected works.
‘We aren’t the things we collect, acquire, read. We are, for as long as we are here, only love. The things we loved. The people we loved. And these, I think these really do live on.’
