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“Friendship is friendship, and charity is charity,”
But I can tell you that the people who give you charity are never your friends. It is not possible to receive charity from a friend.”
This life is filled with inescapable moral compromises. We should do what we can to avoid the easy ones.”
“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.” These, of course, are the kinds of vows young people feel comfortable making when they have no idea what life has in store for them.
They had the rare kind of friendship that allowed for a great deal of privacy within it.
he had learned to tolerate the sometimes-painful present by living in the future.
Other people’s parents are often a delight.
She liked to be comfortable. She liked hotel rooms, thick towels, cashmere sweaters, silk dresses, oxfords, brunch, fine stationery, overpriced conditioner, bouquets of gerbera, hats, postage stamps, art monographs, maranta plants, PBS documentaries, challah, soy candles, and yoga.
It was never worth worrying about someone you didn’t love. And it wasn’t love if you didn’t worry.
She was intelligent, but her intelligence didn’t get in the way of her enthusiasm.
“What is a game?” Marx said. “It’s tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. It’s the possibility of infinite rebirth, infinite redemption. The idea that if you keep playing, you could win. No loss is permanent, because nothing is permanent, ever.”
“The boredom you speak of,” Alabaster said. “It is what most of us call happiness.”
For most of his life, Sam had found it difficult to say I love you. It was superior, he believed, to show love to those one loved. But now, it seemed like one of the easiest things in the world Sam could do. Why wouldn’t you tell someone you loved
