• There's just this for consolation: an hour here or there when our lives seem, against all odds and expectations, to burst open and give us everything we've ever imagined.

    Michael Cunningham: There's just this for consolation: an hour here or there when our lives seem, against all odds and expectations, to burst open and give us everything we've ever imagined.
    Michael Cunningham (1998). “The Hours: A Novel”, p.225, Farrar, Straus, and Giroux