just one of my favourite authors

i love love love, tony parsons.
ever since "man and boy".

writing is a gift.

" that was the mystery that we would never understand, he thought.
you couldn't rationalise it.
you could never explain why the heart chose to love who it loved.

he had been truly in love with her- he saw that now- but as much as he missed her,
he knew that he could live without her.
That was the worst thing about growing older.
That was the worst thing of all.
Realising that you could keep living without anyone,
when it came to the crunch,
when it came to goodbye and good luck,
take care of yourself and let's be friends,
realising that we are all ultimately alone,
take our pleasures where we can.

Once you have used up your store of love,
he knew now,
you can live without anyone.

That was one of the cruel rules, too."