“Too long, much too long.”
“Is life much too long for an immortal?”
“Too much mystery is merely an annoyance. Too much adventure is exhausting. And a little terror goes a long way.”
“The novel is too capacious, inclusive, unruly, and personal for perfection. Too long, sometimes too much like life.”
“If something takes too long, something happens to you. You become all and only the thing you want and nothing else, for you have paid too much for it, too much in wanting and too much in waiting and too much in getting.”
“Okay, if this is what falling in love feels like, someone please kill me now. (Not literally, overzealousreaders.) But it was all too much—too much emotion, too much happiness, too much longing, perhapstoo much ice cream…”