Suicides, in his experience, were perfectly capable of feigning an interest in a future they had no intention of inhabiting. - Robert Galbraith

We don’t love each other; we love the idea we have of each other. Very few humans understand this or can bear to contemplate it. They have blind faith in their own powers of creation. All love, ultimately, is self-love.

But they had already tried, again and again and again, and always, when the first crashing wave of mutual longing subsided, the ugly wreck of the past lay revealed again, its shadow lying darkly over everything they tried to rebuild.

For this to happen today, of all days! It felt like a wink from God.