Raphael Bob-Waksberg

There are two kinds of people, he thought: the people you don’t want to touch because you’re afraid you’re going to break them, and the people you don’t want to touch because you’re afraid they’ll break you.

She told him she loved him and cared about him, and he was so dizzy in love himself he didn’t realize she was breaking up with him.

Was ever a city so ruined by history, so smothered in the blood of past conflagration?