“I love that word. Forever. I love that forever doesn’t exist, but we have a word for it anyway, and use it all the time. It’s beautiful and doomed.”— Viv Albertine; Clothes, Clothes, Clothes. Music, Music, Music. Boys, Boys, Boys
“I just wanted to tell you that with all your faults I love you. I love or revere very few people. As for the rest, I’m ashamed of my immense indifference to them. But for those I love, nothing and no one, neither I nor certainly they themselves, can ever make me stop loving them.”
Albert Camus, from “The First Man,” originally published c. March 1994
