"i worshipped her, tim. she was like no one you will ever meet. strong, independent. i never took her for granted for a moment, or pretended i understood her, and when she wanted to go i let her go, because she was art and she was music."
"i was home. finally, home. and the sad, the hopelessly sweet and sad part of it was that in knowing this, i would always be alone."
- the confessions of max tivoli by andrew sean greer
"i was home. finally, home. and the sad, the hopelessly sweet and sad part of it was that in knowing this, i would always be alone."
- the confessions of max tivoli by andrew sean greer
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