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Grief makes a tunnel of our lives, and it is all too easy to lose sight of the other people in the darkness
People are like that—given a chance, we come back, whether we want to or not.
My father had taught me that the best way to get a wild animal to talk to you was to be quiet.
‘Dress shabbily and they remember the dress. Dress impeccably and they remember the woman.’”
Nobody respects you if all you care about is what they think. I learned that lesson early on.”
Maybe that’s how it always is, I thought—we all just go along, catching glimpses of one another, thinking we know everything.
In the end, it wasn’t the flavors or the alcohol that made people relax—it was the experience of being seen and understood.
