"I saw you reading a magazine at Geneva airport. I could have come over, but I'm such an incurable romantic that I thought it would be best to catch the next shuttle to Paris, wander about the airport here for three hours, consult the arrivals screen over and over, buy some flowers, say the words that Rock says to his beloved in 'Casablanca' and see the look of surprise on your face.
And to be utterly sure that this was what you wanted, that you were expecting me, that all the determination and willpower in the world would not be enough to prevent love from changing the rules of the game from one moment to the next."
You can't say to the spring: 'Come now and last as long as possible.' You can only say: 'Come and bless me with your hope, and stay as long as you can.'
But I cannot simply do nothing, pretend that everything is normal, that it's just a stage, a phase of my life.
Life is too short, or too long, for me to allow myself the luxury of living it so badly.
This is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in the world without owning it.
Eleven Minutes
"I saw you reading a magazine at Geneva airport. I could have come over, but I'm such an incurable romantic that I thought it would be best to catch the next shuttle to Paris, wander about the airport here for three hours, consult the arrivals screen over and over, buy some flowers, say the words that Rock says to his beloved in 'Casablanca' and see the look of surprise on your face. And to be utterly sure that this was what you wanted, that you were expecting me, that all the determination and willpower in the world would not be enough to prevent love from changing the rules of the game from one moment to the next." You can't say to the spring: 'Come now and last as long as possible.' You can only say: 'Come and bless me with your hope, and stay as long as you can.' But I cannot simply do nothing, pretend that everything is normal, that it's just a stage, a phase of my life. Life is too short, or too long, for me to allow myself the luxury of living it so badly. This is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in the world without owning it.