"It is almost another kind of love, being loved.  It is the same heat, but from another room; it is the same sound but from a high window and not your own heart.  Brave or carefree people will not understand.  You, Sammy.  But for some of us, the young or old or lonely, it might seem a palatable substitute and better than we have. We are not in love, but we are with someone in love, and the spare dreams of their days are all for us."

"What do we abandon to claim our heart’s desire?  What do we become?"

This is by far the best book I have read in a long time.  Really, really fucking great. 

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