" A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moments of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.

I wrote at the start that this was a record of hate, and walking there beside Henry towards the evening glass of beer, I found the one prayer that seemed to serve the winter mood: O God, You’ve done enough, You’ve robbed me of enough, I’m too tired and old to learn to love, leave me alone for ever. "

― Graham Greene , The End of the Affair