I have a pile of her letters. When I look through them, it all comes back to me -- how much I'd loved the early letters, how charmed I'd been, how flattered, how much less charming they began to seem, how burdensome they became, and then, finally, how boring. The story of love.
-- Nora Ephron, I Remember Nothing, p. 87
Tuesday, March 20, 2018
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