I looked across at him and smiled and he smiled back, and we both knew instantly that we’d made a mistake. ….. Some people think love is the end of a road, and if you’re lucky enough to find it, you stay there. Other people say it becomes a cliff you drive off, but most people who’ve been around awhile know it’s just a thing that changes day by day, and depending on how much you fight for it, you get it, or you hold on to it, or you lose it, but sometimes it’s never even there in the first place.
Let The Great World Spin
There was a loss in me now, and a rage, and I wanted to see New York. I heard it was a city that danced.
Everything falls into the hands of music eventually. There are years accumulated in a sound.
"The only thing worth grieving over," she said, "was that sometimes there was more beauty in this life than the world could bear."
There are rocks deep enough in this earth that no matter what the rupture, they will never see the surface.
There is, I think, a fear of love.
There is a fear of love.
"It's about fear. You know? They're all throbbing with fear. We all are. Bits of it floating in the air," he said. "It's like dust. You walk about and don't see it, don't notice it, but it's there and it's all coming down, covering everything. You're breathing it in. You touch it. You drink it. You eat it. But it's so fine you don't notice it. But you're covered in it. It's everywhere. What I mean is, we're afraid. Just stand still for an instant and there it is, this fear, covering our faces and tongues. If we stopped to take account of it, we'd just fall into despair. But we can't stop. We've got to keep going."
"I don't know - that's my problem."
It was like all the clocks agreed and the fridge was humming and the sirens outside sounded out like flutes. He had talked her free. Just mentioning her was enough for him. He became new.