And apologies, once postponed, became harder and harder to make, and finally impossible.
The worst kinds of lies are the lies we tell ourselves just before we go to sleep. The lies that say 'I'm happy', or 'He's happy', or 'This will all be over', or 'I can change', or 'He'll change his mind', or ‘I don't need her', or 'I don't need him.'
"If you don't know what you want," the doorman said, "you end up with a lot you don't."
The thing is, if you get very depressed about something, it's hard as hell to swallow.