Sublime

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I am, as you know, a bottomless pit of ambition and need. But I also want to make something sweet. Something kids like us would have wanted to play to forget their troubles for a while.” Sadie was moved by Sam’s words—in the years she had known him, he so rarely mentioned his own pain.

Food is not entertainment, it is nourishment.

We are not an overly sentimental people, I hope, but we have an uncanny knowledge of just how much to save, of how many wrinkled documents a Manhattan closet will one day hold.

“I think and think and think, I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.” — Jonathan Safran Foer

If it flushed, he fucked it.

Dinnertime comes and goes, but none of them can imagine eating. It seems like something only people in films do, something lovely and decorative, that whole act of raising a fork to your mouth. Some kind of purposeless ceremony. The phone does not ring.

dayenu—it would have been enough.

it is the most fundamental act of our species: to sustain the body until time leaves it behind.