Clarissa Vaughan

I remember one morning getting up at dawn, there was such a sense of possibility. You know, that feeling? And I remember thinking to myself this is the beginning of happiness. This is where it starts. And of course there will always be more. It never occurred to wasn't the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment. Right then.

When I'm with him I feel... Yes, I am living. And when I'm not with him... Yes, everything does seem sort of silly.

It's more like... he makes them his own.

— Would you be angry?
— Would I be angry if you didn't show up at the party?
— Would you be angry if I died?

— It did take him ten years to write.
— Maybe it just takes another ten to read.