We’d been apart so long—I’d been dead so long,” she said in English. “I thought surely you’d built a new life, with no room in it for me. I’d hoped that.”
“My life is nothing but room for you.” I said. “It could never be filled by anyone but you.
—Kurt Vonnegut, “Mother Night” (via duckmigrations)
Man, sometimes I forget how much I love Mother Night.