hes not going to call you at 3:00am or pm. hes not going to call when he had a great day. hes not going to call to see how you are. hes not going to call. he doesnt care. go to sleep.
—  im sorry.
Humans in love are terrible. You see them hungering at one another like prehistoric wolves, you see something struggling for life in between them like a root or a soul and it flares for a moment, then they smash it. The difference between them smashes the bones out. So delicate the bones.
—  From “The Anthropology of Water,” by Anne Carson.