“Physically, he is recovering quite fast… emotionally, he is a mess. He thinks he could have stopped it from happening.”
“He could even think about how fast he was thinking about things.”
“he could not quite understand what had happened. he began to sense an aura of hitherto unknown happiness emanating from them”
“Maybe we’ll admit this thing we have is perfect, not worth messing around with. And stay together forever. If you’re interested, that is.”She glanced away. “I could think about that.”He buried his face in her neck. “Think fast”
“Man will begin to recover the moment he takes art as seriously as physics, chemistry or money.”
“His life has been lived, so far, within narrow limits and he is quite naïve about most kinds of experience; he fears it and yet is wildly eager for it. To reassure himself, he converts it into epic myth as fast as it happens. He is forever play-acting.”