Have you ever hoped for something? And held out for it against all the odds? Until everything you did was ridiculous?

Sometimes Midas suspected that life was a film with subliminal messages. Things would move along with an acceptable degree of predictability, then be punctuated by some horrible childhood memory.

It didn’t take tragedy or war to derail a man. It took only a memory.

She had felt a collision with him and known that she had wanted this her whole life: to crash for just one moment into another person at such a velocity as to fuse with him.