One day we'll all be dead, and none of this will matter" -The Brightest Star in the Sky.

I couldn’t be with people and I didn’t want to be alone. Suddenly my perspective whooshed and I was far out in space, watching the world. I could see millions and millions of people, all slotted into their lives; then I could see me—I’d lost my place in the universe. It had closed up and there was nowhere for me to be. I was more lost than I had known it was possible for any human being to be.

Minsk! How pissed-off that sounded! It was great. You could scare the bejayzus out of someone if you said it right.

I don't like this idea of division: that if you're a clever woman then you've got to be a particular way. Because men don't. Men please themselves.

I think denial's fascinating. It's a jokey word, but it really happens, and sometimes in enormous ways.

The best anyone can do is breathe in, breathe out and wait for it to pass.

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