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“Love had seemed so final, and so dull-love was what ruined our parents. Love had delivered them to a life of mortgage payments and house-hold repairs; to unglamorous jobs and the fluorescent aisles of a supermarket at two in the afternoon. We’d hoped for a different kind, love that knew and forgave our human frailty but did not miniaturize our grander ideas of ourselves. It sounded possible. If we didn’t rush or grab, if we didn’t panic, a love both challenging and nurturing might appear. If the person was imaginable, then the person could exist. And in meantime, we’d had sex.” - Michael Cunningham