“And it's like some tiny nothing that sets off a natural disaster halfway across the world, only this was the opposite of disaster, how by accident she saved me with that thoughtless act of grace, and she never knew, and how that, too, is the part of the history of love.”
“How could Mark be halfway across the world when she would have sworn he'd been in this room with her only seconds ago?”
“You make me come alive- too alive. It's breathless, like a disaster. Ravishing, like crossing over into the desert and losing your bearings. Nothing's the same again.”
“And she thought then how strange it was that disaster—the sort of disaster that drained the blood from your body and took the air out of your lungs and hit you again and again in the face—could be at times, such a thing of beauty.”
“History is one war after another with a bunch of murders and natural disasters in between.”
“Disaster is a natural part of my evolution toward tragedy and dissolution.”