Saying you're through with romance is like saying you're done with living, Betty. Life is better with a little romance, you know. - Gabrielle Zevin

How I will miss the horses.

A glimmer of a notion of a nothing of a whisper of a figment of an idea.

He wants to laugh out loud or punch a wall. He feels drunk or at least carbonated. Insane. At first, he thinks this is happiness, but then he determines it's love. Fucking love, he thinks. What a bother. It's completely gotten in the way of his plan to drink himself to death, to drive his business to ruin. The most annoying thing about it is that once a person gives a shit about one thing, he finds he has to start giving a shit about everything.