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“Always remember, mine Sadie: life is very long, unless it is not.”
The best part of this moment, he thought, is that everything is still possible.
(1) all things were knowable by anyone, and (2) anything was fixable if you took the time to figure out what was broken.
The universe, he felt, was just—or if not just, fair enough. It might take your mother, but it might give you someone else in return.
Every person you knew, every person you loved even, did not have to consume you for the time to have been worthwhile. She expressed some of this to Marx at the office, and he laughed at her. “I’m afraid I’ve given you the wrong impression, Sadie,” he said. “I rather like to be consumed.”
It isn’t a sadness, but a joy, that we don’t do the same things for the length of our lives.”
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.
“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.”
“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?”
“I love you,” Daedalus said. “It is hard for me to say, because sometimes it doesn’t seem like it is enough.”
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 them? Once you loved someone, you repeated it until they were tired of hearing it. You said it until it ceased to have meaning. Why not? Of course, you goddamn did.
