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He felt he had glimpsed the freedom, and discipline, with which she arranged her life.
Musical depth and breadth. Richness that rewarded repeated hearings and a sudden radiance that captivated listeners the very first time. Relief from humankind’s most pressing psychological afflictions and a friendly invitation to capriciousness. Spiritual liberation and day-to-day solace.
“People think that only the future can be changed, but in fact, the future is continually changing the past. The past can and does change. It’s exquisitely sensitive and delicately balanced.”
Time gone feral,
“His gift is like . . . a paper airplane that God folded and let fly just for fun. It appeared high in the heavens one day and just keeps on going, flying and flying and never falling to earth. The line it traces is a thing of beauty.”
To be wanton meant not merely to be extravagant but somehow to lose track of one’s fundamental being in the joy of complete abandonment to the other—a joy that knew no bounds.
He realized that for the world to overflow with meaning, it couldn’t exist only for oneself.
Still, rather than settling things by texting with her thumbs, she preferred to sit at a desk and write a deliberate, thoughtful message.
If she hadn’t lied, this marriage, this life, would never have come about.
Certainly, the past could be changed. But could you change the past without also changing the present? Wouldn’t Yoko chastise him with the same words he had said to Sanae? “Why didn’t you just go on saying nothing? I think that would have been better.”
Though she had been with him only three times, he was the love of her life.
