“Wanting more is just a recipe for heartache.”
“It was suddenly heartachingly clear how much he wanted this and how easy it was to imagine it with near provocative clarity. She was not just his friend. She was more.”
“Because it's still a heartache. And nothing makes you want to die more than that.”
“To be more precise it was the color of heartache.”
“Maybe heartache was more normal than the absence of it.”
“I hate the notion of a secret recipe. Recipes are by nature derivative and meant to be shared - that is how they improve, are changed, how new ideas are formed. To stop a recipe in it's tracks, to label it "secret" just seems mean.”