She had two minutes of peace before yesterday returned: nothing can kill the pleasure of one’s first cigarette on a new morning. Jean Louise blew smoke carefully into the still air. She

I wouldn&#39;t change anything. I think that it&#39;s important to let things happen, and stay &#39;happened&#39;. I think that&#39;s all part of the learning curve, part of fate. I&#39;m just glad that it happened.

It all goes so fast, she thought. We dole out our lives in dinner parties and plane flights, and it's over before we know it. We lose everyone we love, if they don't lose us first, and every single thing we do is intended to distract us from that reality.

Every time I paint a portrait I lose a friend.

Written By John Singer Sargent

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