I don't think two people could've been happier than we've been.
This is my right.
This is the right of every human being.
I choose not the suffocating anesthetic of the suburbs, but the violent jolt of the capital. That is my choice.
The meanest patient, yes, even the very lowest is allowed some say in the matter of her own prescription.
Thereby she defines her humanity.
I wish, for your sake, Leonard, I could be happy in this quietness.
But if it is a choice between Richmond and death, I choose death.
You cannot find peace by avoiding life, Leonard.
It would... be wonderful to say you regretted it.
It would be easy.
But what does it mean?
What does it mean to regret... when you have no choice?
It's what you can bear.
There it is. No one's going to forgive me.
It was death. I chose life.
To look life in the face... always to look life in the face, and to know it for what it is.
At last, to know it, to love it for what it is, and then... to put it away.
always the years between us, always the years...
always... the love... always...
< The Hours > in 2002
To write is to hate and love at the same time: the endless process of revision requires the ability to create and destroy in the same thought. But it is a wonder to feel the world at your fingertips with words, even if you cannot hold it in your hands.