Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow

by Gabrielle Zevin

“There is no more intimate act than play, even sex.”

This life is filled with inescapable moral compromises.

to be half of two things is to be whole of nothing.

I’m a fucking genius so I don’t know why I fuck everything up all the time, but I do. I want to stop, but I don’t know how.”

“I get it, though. ‘Wouldn’t It Be Nice’ is definitely more upbeat,” Sadie said. “You sort of want to kill yourself when you hear ‘God Only Knows.’” “That’s my favorite kind of music,” Abe said. “I call it afternoon music. You don’t want to listen to it too early in the day, or the day’ll be lost to you.” Abe put his arms around Sadie. “You’re an afternoon woman, sexy Sadie. You don’t want to meet someone like you too early in your life, or you won’t ever like anyone else.” “I bet you’ve said that before,” Sadie said.

The actual world is the random garbage fire it always is. There’s not a goddamn thing I can do about the actual world’s code.”

art doesn’t typically get made by happy people.