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by Esther Yi

I could love only that which made me secretive, combative, severe—a moral disappointment to myself and an obstruction to others.

my spiritual sphincter stayed clenched to keep out the cheap and stupid.

Religion, shorn of philosophy, is now a vending machine for manifestation and fulfillment.

the guy sitting next to me on the subway was reading a book called ‘How to Become a CEO.’ That’s how I knew he wasn’t a CEO. I found it horrible to know at a single glance what a person wasn’t.”

“Sometimes I wish you’d kill someone in cold blood so that I can prove I would still love you. I would bring you Gauloises in jail …”

Being practiced at love is exactly what ruins it.”

“Your soul must rise above the masses.” “My soul has to be back at work tonight. My soul needs money.

her favorite clock is missing: a pocket watch that opens and shuts like a clam, as if to suggest there are moments when one should not know the time.