"Hope is a terrible thing, she said.
Is it?
Yes, it keeps you living in another place, a place which dosen't
exist.
For some people it's better than where they are. For many it's a
relief.
From life, she said. A relief from life? Is that living?
Some people don't have a choice.
No, and that's alful for them.
Hope is no better than misery, he said. Or despair.
Hope belongs in the same box as despair.
Hope is not so bad, he said.
At least despair has truth to it.
You're in a dark mood today.
She tried a smile. It's all this time I spend with my eyes shut. She
closed her eyes. I stopped hoping with you right away.
Did you?"
Ann Grant and Harris Arden, EVENING, by Susan Minot, pg. 179