Being with him was like toast and butter from the very beginning.

...History it seemed could be something entirely different a splash of blood whose agony didn't fade overnight or over centuries.

I know not whether my life has a plan of good days or not, fantastic dreams or not, bright future or not. 
Still I have a tinge of faith and hope that makes me trust my innate intuitive world that feels everything is going to be ok.

The letters released something, maybe a sense that he was not alone, that the world was a place where travelers in language could know the same things.

Written By Don DeLillo

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