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I cannot take a subway without marveling at the lottery logic that brings together a random sampling of humanity for one minute or two, testing us for kindness and compatibility. Is that not what civility is?
“I’ve suddenly realized what you mean to me: You create the need which you fill, the hunger you sate. Like Jesus. And Kierkegaard. And smoked trout …”
In the middle of the night: “Wouldn’t it be nice if we could dream together?” O whispers.
don’t know if a passion for symmetry is an intolerance of asymmetry. Do you?”
“Are you conscious of your thoughts before language embodies them?”
O: “How did you know …? How did you know I’d be awake?” “I could hear you smile,” I say.
