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You couldn’t leave anything in a car in Philly. The last time Ellen’s car had been broken into, they’d done it for a secondhand coat and a bag of towels.
being a motherfucking genius wasn’t enough. You needed to be a rich motherfucking genius.
“So much focus on the egg—it is life, it is food, it is answer to a hundred riddles—but look at its shell. Secrets are writ on its walls. Secrets lie in the entrails, in the dregs, at the edges.”
Down the hill I went, and then, I forgot the ways of men For night-scents, heady, and damp and cool Wakened ecstasy in me. —SARA TEASDALE
when you were already in a slippery place, reality-wise, you couldn’t afford to assume that things would be straightforward from here on in.
Crippled things are always more beautiful. It’s the flaw that brings out beauty.”
Ugly, strange, or lovely as the moon, none were plain.
Everything is balance. Everything is ritual. Everything is pain.
A word is dead When it is said Some say. I say it just Begins to live That day. —EMILY DICKINSON
How had he gone from being someone she half despised to being the one person she was relying on, in the space of mere hours?
