“I think for most of us, going to Paris was like meeting someone who you didn’t know you were looking for but desperately needed.
When you meet someone like that, their essence lingers on you and they run through your head all day, as if they’re the answer to all your questions. You want to be unforgettable to them, because they were so supremely different from all the rest that everything about them, the feeling of their skin against your fingertips, the sound of the breath in their lungs, is perpetually etched into your memory; even if they go, they’ll never really be gone.
That’s what Paris was like.
During those walks the city left its essence on us, and we did the same to it. We left our footprints on the pavement and our voices hanging in the air, hoping that the city would remember us, because we knew we’d never forget it.”
“Sure, the sleepless nights are miserable. But they aren’t the hard part, because badly broken hearts can appreciate the tragic beauty of a sleepless night; broken hearts can understand 2am. The hard part is when you’re getting coffee at 2pm on a Wednesday and the late autumn sunlight and sound of steaming water makes you feel so empty that for a moment you can’t remember how old you are or how to use a spoon. And your heart just doesn’t understand. It can’t fathom how the world around you can be so ordinary when the ache inside you is so extraordinary.”
“Never forget that the universe is a single living organism possessed of one substance and one soul, holding all things suspended in a single consciousness and creating all things with a single purpose that they might work together spinning and weaving and knotting whatever comes to pass.”