Is a currency worth anything if no one wants it? We used to buy shoes in Italy. Remember?

What was the point of spending your life with someone you were always looking for ways to decieve?

All people believe their suffering is greater than others.

Hate generalizes; love is particular.

We don't have a clear path forward, and that's been the case for feminism since the 18th century, when the idea of the rights of women actually began.

I am thinking of the onion again. . . . Not self-righteous like the proletarian potato, nor a siren like the apple. No show-off like the banana. But a modest, self-effacing vegetable, questioning, introspective, peeling itself away, or merely radiating halos like ripples.

They keep saying the right person will come along. I think mine got hit by a truck.