“ Are we all just lightning rods for other people's destinies? Is that what it's all about ”
Sex was like the wooden horse of Troy, he decided. How uncomplicated a gift it seemed at first, but once you had let it through the gate how many unexpected dangers might be found to have stowed themselves away inside.
~ Anthony Mcdonald
Oh I don't know,' he said. 'But maybe, maybe love should be a kind of journey
It was far better, he thought, just to get on with life yourself, to have your own adventures and make your own mistakes, without raising a banner over them that proclaimed: I'm this, or I'm that; of this party or of the other one.
