this is why we call people exes, I guess—because the paths that cross in the middle end up separating at the end. it’s too easy to see an X as a cross-out. it’s not, because there’s no way to cross out something like that. the X is a diagram of two paths.
Will Grayson, Will Grayson
I think about how much depends upon a best friend. When you wake up in the morning you swing your legs out of bed and you put your feet on the ground and you stand up. You don’t scoot to the edge of the bed and look down to make sure the floor is there. The floor is always there.
Until it’s not.
Will Grayson, Will Grayson
when things break, it’s not the actual breaking that prevents them from getting back together again. it’s because a little piece gets lost—the two remaining ends couldn’t fit together even if they wanted to. the whole shape has changed.
Will Grayson, Will Grayson
“I’ve never known before what it feels like to want someone—not to want to hook up with them or whatever, but to WANT them, want them. And now I do.”
The writing here is great.
Next. I hope this has a good, captivating story. On the Road lacked that.
