she wonders if we feel more regret for the things we do or for the things we didn't do
Control was just wishful thinking, and you controlled things to hedge your bets, to be safe, to guard against loss.
I felt a constant, low-flying desperation, the kind you feel when you are trying, trying, trying to get something you will never, ever get.
No, Mom. I said fine." "It's just your tone." Ah, yes- the tone. The nasty traitor.
The scariest part of forever is that nothing is.
Anyway, madness and genius. They're the disturbed pals of the human condition. The Bonnie and Clyde, the Thelma and Louise, the baking soda and vinegar. Insanity just walks alongside the brilliant like some creepy, insistent shadow.