“Too much to take in, too much to purge. Why must every memory, once sweet, dead end in such ugliness?”
“Once again I must ask too much of you, Harry.”
“Much of that afternoon remains an intense blur: Maybe extremes of pleasure and pain are just too much for the memory to handle, which is why we forget. ”
“Too much of the world was inhospitable, intractable... Why prove that it had ever once been green?”
“I once started outto walk around the worldbut ended up in Brooklyn,that Bridge was too much for me.”
“Too much ends in smoke.”