I suppose this was why I asked her to marry me: to give myself something to be moored to. Perhaps this was why, in Spain, she decided she wanted to marry me. But people can’t, unhappily, invent their mooring posts, their lovers and their friends, anymore than they can invent their parents. Life gives these and also takes them away and the great difficulty is to say Yes to life.
— Giovanni’s Room, James Baldwin (1956)









