Family life itself, that safest, most traditional, most approved of female choices, is not a sanctuary: It is, perpetually, a dangerous place.
The rare pleasure of being seen for what one is, compensates for the misery of being it.
Why can't people be both flexible and efficient.
You learn to put your emotional luggage where it will do some good, instead of using it to shit on other people, or blow up aeroplanes.
The human mind can bear plenty of reality but not too much intermittent gloom.
The middle years, caught between children and parents, free of neither the past stretches back too densely, it is too thickly populated, the future has not yet thinned out.
Affluence was, quite simply, a question of texture ... The threadbare carpets of infancy, the coconut matting, the ill-laid linoleum, the utility furniture ... had all spoken of a life too near the bones of subsistence, too little padded, too severely worn.
Nothing fails like failure.
And there isn't any way that one can get rid of the guilt of having a nice body by saying that one can serve society with it, because that would end up with oneself as what? There simply doesn't seem to be any moral place for flesh.
Nothing succeeds, they say, like success. And certainly nothing fails like failure.
I confidently predict the collapse of capitalism and the beginning of history. Something will go wrong in the machinery that converts money into money, the banking system will collapse totally, and we will be left having to barter to stay alive. Those who can dig in their garden will have a better chance than the rest. I'll be all right I've got a few veg.
When nothing is sure, everything is possible.
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