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She felt like a commodity, a product she didn’t really believe in. How undignified to be both the game show host and the prize money.
Karma was merely the demonstrable truism that bad shit happened to everyone if you waited around long enough.
We’re not walruses, lady. Listen, each one of us had to learn to swim on our own, which, even for a semiaquatic marine animal, isn’t so easy at first—and, if you must know, is a little intimidating. But it’s best in the end. I decide when to dive. I decide when to come up for air. It’s all up to me.
People boasted about their cancer battles and their stroke recoveries, she maintained, and yet society still viewed psychological trauma as a lesser affliction, as something you could conquer just by giving yourself a good talking-to.
“The best and the worst things in life are sudden, Ms. Winger. Everything else takes too damn long,”
We’re all terribly unsure of ourselves, each one of us tunneling toward something strange. But you—you are nobody’s shadow. And even if you were, a shadow does not belong to the thing that casts it.
