My best friend and my witness
After I saw him kill the dog I was more afraid of being alone with my father than I’d ever been of anything. But over the course of months every fear, however strong, ebbs or changes. My father treated me with the same flustered abstraction with which he always had.
China Miéville • This Census-Taker: A Novel
It’s the dying that does it, always. I started here; I end here (we all end here). It is amazing how the death of someone you love exposes this lie you tell yourself, that there’ll always be time. You can go months or even years without speaking to a dear old friend and feel fine about it, blundering along, living your life. But discover that this ... See more
Jennifer Senior • It’s Your Friends Who Break Your Heart
I was his favorite, and I grew up suspecting that his partiality had to do with some core kinship between the two of us, something he sensed early on. I guess I sensed it too.
Caroline Knapp • Drinking: A Love Story
read ‘What I Learned about Love, I Learned from my Dog’ to her, the same poem that had been read at our wedding. There are lines in it that still spring to my lips: When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them gently… Delight in the simple joy of a long walk together. Love each other unconditionally.
James Middleton • Meet Ella
And now that I had vowed to hang out with this man until I died, I also thought a lot about dying. It seemed I had not only married him but also married my eventual death. Before the vows, I might have lived alone, but forever; now I would definitely not be alone and I would definitely die. I had agreed to die, in front of all my family and friends
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