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She rarely cried at sad things, mostly mad ones. It was a fun and easy way to lose arguments.
People rarely pursued a career in accordance with their major, though it was a decent Rorschach test for self-perception. It said everything about how you saw yourself.
His mother used to say you shouldn’t marry anyone you wouldn’t want to divorce, and he understood that now.
peculiar loneliness of being smothered by people she didn’t want to spend time with.
Ugh, why do people go to these things? There was no biological imperative for it. Was there any other species on earth that prized popularity the way people did?
“The homework doesn’t end,” he said. “It’s piles and piles of emotional homework forever if you ever want to qualify as a grown-up.”
“What kind of question is that? It’s fucking art, man,” he said, scowling. “You don’t choose it. It chooses you. If you waste that chance, your talent dies. That’s when you start dying along with it.”
