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Og Ian gav ham enda en bjørneklem som Jamie nå skjønte var en kristen klem, ikke en ekte en.

Your children never really grew up. Thirty years on and they still behaved like five-year-olds. One minute they were your best friend. Then you said the wrong thing and they went off like firecrackers.

At teenage parties he was always wandering into the garden, sitting on a bench in the dark, smoking Camel cigarettes, the lit windows behind him and the faint strains of "Hi, Ho, Silver Lining" thumping away, staring up at the constellations and pondering all those big questions about the existence of God and the nature of evil and the mystery of death, questions which seemed more important than anything else in the world until a few years passed and some real questions had been dumped into your lap, like how to earn a living, and why people fell in and out of love, and how long could you carry on smoking and then give up without getting lung cancer.
Maybe the answers weren't important. Maybe it was the asking that mattered. Not taking anything for granted. Maybe that's what stopped you growing old.

She had never heard him sound so straightforward. She got the eerie sense that they were doing actual communication for the first time. It was like finding a new door in the living-room wall. It was not entirely pleasant.

Perhaps it was age. At twenty life was like wrestling an octopus. Every moment mattered. At thirty it was a walk in the country. Most of the time your mind was somewhere else. By the time you got to seventy it was probably like watching snooker on the telly.

In truth, Jamie just wanted him to say, You're absolutely right. But Tony had never said that, to anyone, about anything. Not even when drunk. Especially not when drunk.

Everything seemed suspended in some kind of balance. Obviously someone would come along and fuck it up, because that's what other people did. But for now...

Obviously, it was a surprise to find that one was insane. But what surprised George most was how painful it was.

I terapitimen: "...George fikk det bestemte inntrykk at han kunne ha kunngjort at han hadde bakt sin hustru inn i en pai og spist henne, og at Ms. Endicott da ville ha spurt om hva slags saus han hadde servert til, og han visste ikke om dette var bra eller dårlig."

Å elske noen vil si å ta sjangsen på at noen kommer å kødder til det velordnede livet ditt...