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“Then again, aren’t those the moments when we change the most – when we’re uncomfortable?”
― Eric LaRocca, Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke

“Once, some friends and I were driving back from partying up there, in the middle of winter, on one of those perfectly clear and freezing nights. It was four in the morning and I was nodding in and out of hammered sleep, my vision mashed potatoes, we stopped so I could throw up at least twice. But as we drove with my face smushed on the window I noticed the field of snow along that stretch of the highway, all still and unmucked with. It looked brushed, almost. Or whipped. Designed. The patterns were the kind you'd see up close in a big rock. Sometimes you see that for far distances out here on the prairie, like a long white-blue sea. It's so gorgeous. And even with my brain's skeleton-crew state, I just thought, man. Everyone calls our part of the world bleak. But it's not bleak. I don't think it's bleak.”
― Casey Plett, A Safe Girl to Love: Stories

“I guess that’s what makes people do horrible things – they think whatever they’re doing isn’t nearly as bad as what somebody else will do”
― Eric LaRocca, Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke

“We've all made mistakes," she said. "Believe me, I've made my share. But there's a difference between accepting responsibility for our actions and taking the blame for random misfortunes.”
― Ted Chiang, Anxiety Is the Dizziness of Freedom