"Unbelievable. The chance factor in life is mind-boggling. You entered the world by a random event somewhere along the Mississippi. I, having emerged through the conjoining of xx and xx in the bronx, decades earlier. And through an astronomical concatenation of circumstances, our paths cross - two runaways, in the vast, black, unspeakly violent and indifferent universe."
"I happen to hate new year celebrations. Everybody desparate to have fun, trying to celebrate in some pathetic little way. Celebrate what? A step closer to the grave? That's why I can't say enough times, whatever love you can get and give, whatever happiness you can filch or provide, every temporary measure of grace, whatever works. And don't kid yourself, it's by no means all up to your own human ingenuity, a bigger part of your existence is luck than you'd like to admit."
What else can I say, when you left the cheerful not demanding avoid stress little girl and made up in ego yet still lacked in superego, going back, impossible; leaning forward, have to. Whatever works.