“And I wanted to tell her that the pleasure for me wasn't planning or doing or leaving; the pleasure was in seeing our strings cross and separate and then come back together.”
“What's the pleasure?' I asked.'Planning, I guess. I don't know. Doing stuff never feels as good as you hope it will feel.”
“I just want the pleasure of noticing these things at a safe distance...”
“I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things.”
“the pleasure was in seeing our strings cross and separate and then come back together”
“The whole pleasure of being in a state of unknowing is that as long as you don’t know, all possible outcomes feel as if they are happening.”