Era un po’ come se avessimo avuto davanti a noi un piatto strapieno e avessimo mangiato tutto in un lampo, e non era avanzato niente. Forse è così che le coppie resistono: evitando di abbuffarsi. Sanno che quel che hanno davanti deve durare a lungo, così lo centellinano. Anche se spero che la ragione non sia questa. Spero che, quando due persone stanno bene insieme, sia come se qualcuno continuasse a riempirgli il piatto.

But there was an important and essential truth contained in the idea, and the truth was that these things matter, and it’s no good pretending that any relationship has a future if your record collections disagree violently, or if your favorite films wouldn’t even speak to each other if they met at a party.

The kind of love my mum talks about is full of worry and work and forgiving people and putting up with things and stuff like that. It's not a lot of fun, that's for sure. If that really is love, the kind my mum talks about, then nobody can ever know if they love somebody, can they? It seems like what she's saying is, if you're pretty sure you love somebody, the way I was sure in those few weeks, then you can't love them, because that isn't what love is. Trying to understand what she means by love would do your head in.