I hated myself for going, why couldn't I be the kind of person who stays?
Succotash my Balzac, dipshiitake.
The mistakes I've made are dead to me. But I can't take back the things I never did.
I regret how much I believed in the future.
Oh,' she said. 'I have never seen a Jew before. Can I see his horns?
She let out a laugh, and then she put her hand over her mouth, like she was angry at herself for forgetting her sadness.