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Novels are just another kind of cross-dressing, aren't they? — John Irving

What happens to a marriage? A persistent failure of kindness, triggered at first, at least in my case, by the inequities of raising children, the sacrifices that take a woman by surprise and that she expects to be matched by her mate but that biology ensures cannot be. Anything could set me off. Any innocuous habit or slight or oversight. The way your father left the lights of the house blazing, day and night. The way he could become so distracted at work that sometimes when I called, he'd put me on hold and forget me, only remembering again when I'd hung up and called back. The way he wore his pain so privately, whistling around the house after we'd had a spat, pretending nonchalance, protecting you and your sisters from discord, hiding behind his good nature, inadvertently — Jan Ellison

It depends on me whether life is good or not. Not on life, on me. — Alice Herz-Sommer

I attempted to hold onto some part of reality as my pussy wept for him. — Lori Jenessa Nelson

You can't even begin to fathom the amount of fucks I do not give about what you want. — Ella Dominguez

For me, you've got to play football first. We're not trying to be accountants. The money takes care of itself. That's kind of how I think anyway. — Shaun Alexander

The distinction between past, present, and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion. — Alexandra Monir

For the price of intelligence as we now know it is chronic anxiety, anxiety which appears to increase - oddly enough - to the very degree that human life is subjected to intelligent organization. — Alan Watts

By means of poetry all this suffering and effort could be transformed into dream; no matter how much of the ephemeral existed, poetry could immortalize it by turning it into song. Only two or three primitive passions had governed me until this time: fear, the struggle to conquer fear, and the yearning for freedom. But now two new passions were kindled inside me: beauty and the thirst for learning. — Nikos Kazantzakis

She nodded again, and took a deep breath. A small tear managed to find its way through the swelling and dropped onto her left cheek. He — John Grisham

It's hare to be fit as a fiidle when you look like a 'cello. — Unknown Author 724