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He was still too young to know that the heart’s memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and that thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burden of the past.
No one described him better than he did when someone accused him of being rich. “No, not rich,” he said. “I am a poor man with money, which is not the same thing.”
“The world is divided into those who can shit and those who cannot.”
If anything vexed her, it was the perpetual chain of daily meals.
Be calm. God awaits you at the door.
Her husband had no doubts that she would come home as soon as she got over her rage. But she left certain that her rage would never end.
death, the son of a bitch,
Only then did she draw a free breath in the kind of house she had always dreamed of: large, easy, and all hers.
