“ Still, for all that, her life had lacked passion. The demons had never come for her. ”
Chris is a little ashamed of having once fallen for him: it makes him sad how everything changes, how ruthless the heart can be.
~ Paul Russell
Was there anything quite so painful, so fraught with the possibilities of hurt, as gift giving within a family?
Soon would come the night in which there was no more work – not the work of the hands, nor the work of the mind, nor the work of the heart.
For eventually one gets over reality’s affront to one’s innocence. One grows accustomed to the melancholy fact that we all sell ourselves at one time or another, that whoring is the dirty little secret of our success as human beings.
