Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow

“I think you mean a public failure. Because we all fail in private. I failed with you, for example, but no one posted an online review about it, unless you did. I fail with my wife and with my son. I fail in my work every day, but I keep turning over the problems until I’m not failing anymore. But public failures are different, it’s true.”

She liked hotel rooms, thick towels, cashmere sweaters, silk dresses, oxfords, brunch, fine stationery, overpriced conditioner, bouquets of gerbera, hats, postage stamps, art monographs, maranta plants, PBS documentaries, challah, soy candles, and yoga.

“There’s no point in making something if you don’t think it could be great.”

“Wow, that is amazingly naive,” Sadie said. “The belief that someone on the internet knows the truth about anything.”

If you’re always aiming for perfection, you won’t make anything at all.

“The boredom you speak of,” Alabaster said. “It is what most of us call happiness.”

I have found that the most intimate relationships allow for a great deal of privacy within them

There are no ghosts, but up here”—she gestured toward her head—“it’s a haunted house.

Do you leave the formation of memories to happenstance, or do you decide to remember?

The best colors of Sadie are not her darkness