Why do our politicians put warnings on cigarette packs and not on their own foreheads?
Life is never all one thing. It bounces around. Certainly, my own life has.
Imagination is a killer.
Did I choose this life of illusion? Don't be mad. My bed was made, I just lied in it.
He wished he could've explained some of this. How he had been braver than he ever thought possible, but how he had not been so brave as he wanted to be. The distinction was important.
It's not just the embarrassment of tears. That's part of it, no doubt, but what embarrasses me much more, and always will, is the paralysis that took my heart. A moral freeze: I couldn't decide, I couldn't act, I couldn't comport myself with even a pretense of modest human dignity.