“I realize—I think I realize—that I want to leave, but I also know I want to take you with me, and it’s impossible because you’re here, very here, which I just now fully understood.”
“Every morning of Phil’s life for the past two years: coffee, toast, tweeze. He was not vain about his dress, and there was not much he could do about the architecture of his face. But he could tend to the rest, so he tweezed his unibrow and shaved his head and greeted these rituals with pleasure (I care about myself!) or frustration (My life is so boring!), depending on his mood.”