"Don't expect too much but don't expect too little. She's enough."
"I'm not sure the word sorry does anything justice... I mean, how can one puny word like that encompass all the shit you did - I don't mean you, I mean us, everyone, me - but also all the, all the things you didn't do? It's the inactions that keep you up at night. The actions, they're done. They're done. The inactions, they never go away. They just hang there. They rot. How is sorry supposed to stretch across all that?"
"Into a spiral-bound notebook I entered every sentence I could imagine her needing to say... Taking a ballpoint pen to one of my Post-it pads, she wrote on three consecutive sheets: I HAVE MUCH MORE LEFT TO SAY THAN THAT. I hadn't considered that it might be disturbing for her, to see the entirety of her remaining life - and what is life if not the words that we speak? - reduced to fifteen or so looseleaf notebook pages, sharp convenience notwithstanding."
John Derian Lives in a Sea Captain’s House
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