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What a strange vortex the years suddenly seemed. The jump from ten to twenty-five was a lifetime. The leap from twenty-five to forty was but a long weekend.
When Irene had asked him to go, he’d been relieved too. It was exhausting being responsible for someone else’s happiness.
As lovely as gold is . . . as lovely as memories are . . . both become much less so without moderation.
“Your belief is not required for something to be true,”
“The truth is, the harder we are, the easier we shatter. It takes some softness to absorb life’s blows.”
“Humans are complex creatures. We want to belong, but we can’t stand to be the same. How in the world do you force equity on humankind, when we try at every turn to differentiate ourselves from each other?
