The only thing worse than having a party that no one attends is having a party attended only by two vastly, deeply uninteresting people.
What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. I doubt that an instant of blinding pain feels particularly instantaneous.
For she had embodied the Great Perhaps—she had proved to me that it was worth it to leave behind my minor life for grander maybes, and now she was gone and with her my faith in perhaps.
When you stopped wishing things wouldn’t fall apart, you’d stop suffering when they did.