Love—why, I’ll tell you what love is: it’s you at seventy-five and her at seventy-one, each of you listening for the other’s step in the next room, each afraid that a sudden silence, a sudden cry, could mean a lifetime’s talk is over.
- Brian Moore, The Luck of Ginger Coffey
Via second hand smoke.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
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