We are very good at preparing to live, but not very good at living. We know how to sacrifice ten years for a diploma, and we are willing to work very hard to get a job, a car, a house, and so on. But we have difficulty remembering that we are alive in the present moment, the only moment there is for us to be alive.
A book is really like a lover. It arranges itself in your life in a way that is beautiful. Even as a kid, my sister, who was the eldest, brought books home for me, and I think I spent more time sniffing and touching them than reading. I just remember the joy of the book; the beauty of the binding. The smelling of the interior. Happy.
I have failed in relationships before. The person that I loved sort of loved some idea of me that was three shades off of who I was and made me feel really lonely… The idea of a perfect person - there is no perfect person for you. You know it’s all about how you come to (accept) them. I keep saying like you know the first honeymoon stage of love is all compulsion and after that it’s choice. And the choice to stay with someone; the choice to love who they really are and not some idea of them - those are important and hard choices to make.
I cannot count the times I have cursed our lack of urgency. If I ever love again, I will not wait to love as best as I can. We thought we were young and that there would be time to love well sometime in the future. This is a terrible way to think. It is no way to live, to wait to love.