Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow: A novel

Sam softened his vision, allowing himself to be there and not there. It was a trick he’d had from the long convalescences of his youth. He could be in his body and not in his body.

This life is filled with inescapable moral compromises. We should do what we can to avoid the easy ones.”

Why wouldn’t you tell someone you loved them? Once you loved someone, you repeated it until they were tired of hearing it. You said it until it ceased to have meaning. Why not? Of course, you goddamn did.

“That love is all there is; is all we know of love. It is enough; the freight should be proportioned to the groove.”

A doorway, she thought. A portal. The possibility of a different world. The possibility that you might walk through the door and reinvent yourself as something better than you had been before.

“I’m always seeing the world with magic eyes,” he said. “I’m exploding with childish wonder.”

the rich cultural experiences that only New York City could offer.

“Let her know you’re there. And if you can manage it, bring her a cookie, a book, a movie to watch. Friendship,” Marx said, “is kind of like having a Tamagotchi.”

Limitations are style if you make them so.”

Winning is accepting that there are some races a person cannot win.