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Sadie had willed herself to be great: art doesn’t typically get made by happy people.

“What is a game!” Marx said. “It’s tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, it’s the possibility of infinite rebirth, infinite redemption. The idea that if you keep playing, you could win. No loss is permanent, because nothing is permanent, ever”

The way to turn an ex-lover into a friend is to never stop loving them, to know that when a relationship ends it can transform into something else. It is to acknowledge that love is both a constant and a variable at the same time.

Maybe the worst part is, I don’t trust myself anymore. I‘m not sure my instincts are good

She did not regret having dated Abe, or that it had ended… Long relationships might be richer, but relatively brief, relatively uncomplicated encounters with interesting people could be lovely as well. Every person you knew, every person you loved even, did not have to consume you for the time to have been worthwhile.

She hated being drunk, though she did enjoy smoking a joint every now and then. She liked playing games, seeing a foreign movie, a good meal. She liked going to bed early and waking up early. She liked working. She liked that she was good at her work, and she felt proud of the fact she was well paid for it. She felt pleasure at orderly things - a perfectly efficient section of code, a closet where every item 1/2

The alternative to appropriation is a world where white European people make art about white European people, with only white European references in it … A world where everyone is blind and deaf to any culture or experience that is not their own. I hate that world…

He was quick to laugh, warm and energetic, verging in goofy

.., she found them [shooters] disgusting, immoral, and the disease of an immature society

There is a time for any fledgling artist where one‘s taste exceeds one‘s abilities. The only way to get through this period is to make things anyway.