So, this is the quote(it's really really long), that I loved from The Hours(finding it also particularly relevant to me) and I wanted to document it before I returned the book..."Yes, Clarissa thinks, it's time for the day to be over. We throw our parties; we abandon our families to live alone in Canada; we struggle to write books that do not change the world, despite our gifts and our unstinting efforts, our most extravagant hopes. We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep--it's as simple and ordinary as that. A few jump out of windows or drown themselves or take pills; more die by accident; and most of us, the vast majority, are slowly devoured by some disease or, if we're very fortunate, by time itself. There's just this for consolation: an hour here or there when our lives seem, against all odds and expectations, to burst open and give us everything we've ever imagined, though everyone but children(and perhaps even they) knows these hours will inevitably be followed by others, far darker and more difficult. Still, we cherish the city, the morning; we hope, more than anything, for more.[paragraph break] Heaven only knows why we love it so" (Cunningham 225-226). This quote is from the second to last and last page of the book. It's not my favorite book, by far, but it's pretty amazing.:)