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“Anger is like flooding water, slowly building to destruction.”

“I stared at a tree outside and envied it’s anonymity, it’s beauty and silence. One could appreciate a tree for its pure beauty and expect nothing more. A tree could stand over a hundred years and remain authentic.”

“Under a brilliant moon, and unbeknownst to us, the darkened world silvers and shimmers from pink and ebony wings, a small thunder. We can’t possibly hear such an astonishing wind while we try to keep in step with our small dances on this earth. But we should try. We should try.”

“Sacrifice is the law of life”

“By renouncing worldly things, you possess the most important sacred property: your peace.”

“Beauty in all things - no, we cannot hope for that; but some place set apart for it.”

“Did my mother stop driving because somewhere deep inside she was afraid that one day she would get into her car and not come home?”

“‘Stay home,’ he urged me. ‘You’re thinking too much and driving yourself crazy.’
No, I thought. I’m driving myself sane.
The more my husband urged motionlessness upon me, the more I realized that he had no idea what I needed.”

“Sifting the delusions from the epiphanies is a task that driving makes easier.”

“To lose myself, though disconcerting is not such a fatal thing. To be lost is to visit somewhere unexplored. As I relax my anxious grip in the self I have been, I am freer to unfurl in unexplored directions, mapping myself as I go.”

“I’d like to relocate the elements that define me. If I spend my days and nights gather for, shoring up my shelter and watching the vast land unroll around me, how do I know I am more than a creature? How can I pinpoint the source of my identity, now that I’ve stripped away the mirrors of job, house, friends? The location of my ‘self’ is elusive, trackless, though it seems to reside in this body somehow.”

“But listen, my friends, I am tired of being plot-driven.”

“I thought, when I started, that on the road I could look at the bigness of the world - I could look at the unfamiliar ways other people enact their human lives - and find the freedom to make myself up in some creative, better, more expansive way. But instead, in all this uncharted space, I seem to be disintegrating.”

“It turns out when you drive away from
everything you know, you leave behind the mirrors that tell you who you are.”

“I’m reminded, as we all stand here with one purpose in mind, of how we motorists pull over to the right automatically when an ambulance passes. It is in those moments that I feel most connected to humanity. It’s the only time I can imagine that nuns and serial killers are doing the same thing.”

“It has finally dawned on me that I’ve spent two decades acquiring knowledge, amassing facts, cramming my brain with a U-Haul’s worth of ideas. Yet one idea slipped out of a crate, or maybe the movers stole it, or maybe I never had it in the first place: I have no idea who I am.”

“But then I understood that I couldn’t change this man’s opinions any more than I could make someone love me. I stood there and suddenly felt free of the compulsion to make the man be as I wanted, as he ‘should’ be.”

“I had loved both of them and had grown weary trying to be loved in return.”

“It is easy to say, ‘Control the mind.’ But, in reality, the mind seems to be controlling us.”

“‘It’s not always the truth that survives, but the stories we wish to believe. The legends lie. They smooth over imperfections to tell a good tale, or to instruct us how we should behave”

“Oh, such layers of self-deception I practiced, possibly out of some nebulous notion of ideal love, but just as possibly, only so I might go on living with my own cowardly choices”

“No one had robbed me of anything - I myself made the choice to give away my freedom, to give away my fire.”

“But as a child, I had often found her love heavy, demanding, disapproving, damaging even, so I had come to long for a different kind of love to find refuge in, to escape to - an easy love, a pretty love, a fairy-tale love.”

“Everything will be all right, little sister. Or maybe it won’t be, in which case it will be something else, something new, which may turn out even better once the dust settles.”

“I look at the same throngs of people I have been passing on the sidewalks of Manhattan for most of my life, and I see stories, countless stories, behind the facades of their faces, just as I see interiors behind the facades of the buildings where I work”

“I am pleading now, with her, with myself, with the him, with the Powers That Be, in whose smooth, impartial workings I used to believe, used to not know not to believe, but which, I now fear, do not watch over me any longer - if they ever have.”

“Raised on the bland, mealy porridge of princess fantasies, I had imbibed the widely held belief that royal idleness was the only suitable reward for past misery and good behavior - but perhaps this one-size-fits-all approach could have never made me happy.”

“the city had always been her home. She understood it’s difficult personality and was grateful it had given her one of her own, because in the darkest moments of her life, that resilience alone saved her.”

“This was the thing with boys like him. What he was feeling just then, that rage, wasn’t the world falling in on him. It was an illusion shattering, the one that told him he deserves everything, and that it was owed to him simply because he existed.”

“Hate traps you as much as love does. Because hate is not the opposite of love. Indifference is.”