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When you get yourself in that place, the place I was in on New Year’s Eve, you think people who aren’t up on the roof are a million miles away, all the way across the ocean but they’re not. There is no sea. Pretty much all of them are on dry land, in touching distance. I’m not trying to say that’s how close happiness is, if we could only see it, or some bullshit like that. I’m not telling you that suicidal people aren’t so far away from people who can get by; I’m telling you that people who get by aren’t so far away from being suicidal. Maybe I shouldn’t find that as comforting as I do.
Nick Hornby: A Long Way Down

Sylvia thought how all parents wanted an impossible life for their children - Happy beginning, happy middle, happy ending. No plot of any kind. What uninteresting people would result if parents got their way.
The Jane Austen Book Club

This entry was posted on Sunday, January 8th, 2006 at 1:03 pm and is filed under life.