'So I’m lying in the darkness staring into space, listening to the crickets outside and trucks passing on the highway and Julia breathing beside me when—bam—it comes to me what I got to do. Fuck this, I think. I’m leaving. She breathes like a child. Frankly, I hate her ability to sleep through anything, even what we’re going through today. The woman is like a corpse after dark. It isn’t just the breathing, of course. It’s a bunch of things, wearing me down like water dripping on a rock. But the breathing always gets to me.' (Introduction)
