That's the power of literature, you know, it can act like little love letters between two people who can only explain their feelings by pointing at other people's.

I don't have the words to describe it, but it was like going on a journey with someone. Where didn't matter. To outer space. It went on for a long time. I started to fold down the corners of pages when there was a bit I really liked, and he started to write little comments in the margins. Just the odd word. 'Beautiful.' 'True.' That's the power of literature, you know, it can act like little love letters between people who can only explain their feelings by pointing at other people's.

When you've been stuck with each other long enough it can seem like there's no difference between no longer arguing and no longer caring.

The worst thing a divorce does to a person isn't that it makes all the time you devoted to the relationship feel wasted, but it steals all the plans you had for the future.

But she was always wanting to do things. *Experience* everything. It was on that trip that I realized I couldn't live with her, because I haven't got the energy to keep experiencing things the whole time. I started longing for everyday life, all the boring stuff, but she hated being bored.