“That's the thing about your destiny how are you supposed to know when it arrives? How are you supposed to recognise it from random life?”

“Yeah! "I love you" is subject to the law of diminishing returns; like one or two other critical weekly elements of a relationship, it loses a bit of thrilling value every time you get it out.'... That's what happens with "I love you", that same phrase that you once shouted Hollywood or Heathcliff-like in the lashing raining, now- now you are saying it dumbly at the end of every phone conversation, a follow-on from," I'll be back for dinner." Once it came out spontaneous rush, it forced itself out; now it's reflex.”

“That's the thing about your destiny how are you supposed to know when it arrives? How are you supposed to recognise it from random life?”