“Our love was a two-person game. At least until one of us died, and the other became a murderer.
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“The game of chess is like the game of life. You move, then wait patiently until the other person moves....mgc”

“When others demand that we become the people they want us to be, they force us to destroy the person we really are. It's a subtle kind of murder ... the most loving parents and relatives commit this murder with smiles on their faces.”

“Surely until all of us own and honor one another's dead, until we have admitted to our murders and forgiven one another and ourselves for what we have done, there can be no truce, no dignity and no peace.”

“One must have at least a readiness to love the other person, broadly speaking, if one is to be able to understand him.”

“Maybe our relationships--love--can save us, at least enough so that our lives are finally worthwhile, even with all the rotten misery and dying.”