Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow

by Gabrielle Zevin

There’s a train, and a train, and a train.”

Their friendship amounted to 609 hours, plus the 4 hours of the first day, which had not been part of the tally.

As long as you didn’t associate with the other women, you could imply to the majority, the men: I’m not like those other ones.

In the end, Alice had been the one who told Sam about Sadie’s community service project. Alice always claimed that jealousy hadn’t been a motivator, and Sadie came to believe that it hadn’t been.

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Adults always thought they could fix children’s problems.

you will find links to everything it means. Because you are my oldest friend. Because once, when I was at my lowest, you saved me. Because I might have died without you or ended up in a children’s psychiatric hospital. Because I owe you. Because, selfishly, I see a future where we make fantastic games together, if you can manage to get out of bed.

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“Promise me, we won’t ever do this again,” Sadie said. “Promise me, that no matter what happens, no matter what dumb thing we supposedly perpetrate on each other, we won’t ever go six years without talking to each other. Promise me you’ll always forgive me, and I promise I’ll always forgive you.”

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to find someone who you wanted to talk to for 609 hours—that was rare.

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There is a time for any fledgling artist where one’s taste exceeds one’s abilities. The only way to get through this period is to make things anyway.

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“I hate kids,” Sadie said. “I’m never having them.”

But the best thing Marx did for them was this: He believed in them. He loved Ichigo. He loved Sam. He was growing to love Sadie, too.

“We’ve never … It’s more than romantic. It’s better than romance. It’s friendship.”

Relateable

Sam’s grandfather had two core beliefs: (1) all things were knowable by anyone, and (2) anything was fixable if you took the time to figure out what was broken.

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There is no purity in art. The process of how you arrive at something doesn’t matter at all.

Sam knew that Sadie knew that he loved her. Sadie knew that Sam loved her in the same way she knew that Sam had not seen the

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She almost seemed to be an extension of him, and he, of her. There is love here, she thought.

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was never worth worrying about someone you didn’t love. And it wasn’t love if you didn’t worry.

Sam looked down. Indeed, his white tennis shoe had a large bloody spot right in the middle.

Same as mother

I love you, Sam.” “Terribly,” he said.

The game was gentle, peaceful. It was the opposite of a game like Dead Sea—it was a protected world in which nothing bad would ever happen to you.

Harvest moon

He got a tattoo on his right upper arm: umma (in hangul; Korean for mom), accompanied by the round yellow head and pink bow of Ms. Pac-Man.

Cant tell if shes right or an ass

The way to turn an ex-lover into a friend is to never stop loving them, to know that when one phase of a relationship ends it can transform into something else. It is to acknowledge that love is both a constant and a variable at the same time.

months or so more than the number of days I knew my mother.

There are no ghosts, but up here”—she gestured toward her head—“it’s a haunted house.”

“And what is love, in the end?” Alabaster said. “Except the irrational desire to put evolutionary competitiveness aside in order to ease someone else’s journey through life?”

EMILY MARKS DAEDALUS 1875–1909 SHE HATH DIED OF DYSENTERY.