some soap opera, you know, real people pretending to be fake people with made-up problems being watched by real people to forget their real problems.
Sometimes the past seems too big for the present to hold.
They're just words is all. Powerless. Vocabulary. Dialogue.
On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.
If there’s any trick to doing a job you hate . . . Mrs. Clark says it’s to find a job you hate even more.
Her voice makes me think of her mouth makes me think of her breath makes me think of her breasts.