As they walked through their friends’ beautiful house, he was saddened to glimpse the exhaustion in his wife’s eyes. For her it had been for poorer, not richer, and in sickness, not health.

In the space of a few months your hair and clothing begin to fall awkwardly on you—or maybe you just begin to notice.

She held up her hand and said, no photos. I don’t want to remember anything about this.

The primary function of memory is to fuck with your head.

You think 25 years from now is a distant land. It’s just down the street.

After his death many of his journal and notebook entries were found to have the notation “FE.” His final post, in its entirety, was “failed experiment.”

The Steiner-Rand hierarchy of acceptance
+3. Reverence
+2. Gratitude
+1. Acceptance
+0. Indifference
–1. Resignation
–2. Resentment
–3. Bitterness

Why is “like a painting” seen as a compliment to the photographer?

Realizing gradually, then all of a sudden, all of the stuff that’s never going to happen.

No idea
Who the fuck knows
It’s anyone’s guess
Fuck if I know