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The truth is, I’ve settled in here. It’s awful—worse than you imagine—but still I’ve grown accustomed to this particular brand of awful.
Memory is often our most imaginative storyteller.
We are all so luxuriously stupid when things are good in our life.
Surroundings are irrelevant. Exteriors, you learn, are temporal and illusionary and thus meaningless.
Strangers are life’s props, don’t you think?
Memories always sting, don’t they? The good ones most of all.
The American economy relies more on the con than we like to think.
Grief rarely attacks from the front. It prefers to sneak up on you when you least expect it.
We take for granted what we become used to.
we only do the right thing when it doesn’t cost us.
