There are dead stars that still shine because their light is trapped in time. Where do I stand in this light, which does not strictly exist?
Doesn’t our knowledge of death make life more precious?? What good is a preciousness based on fear and anxiety? It’s an anxious quivering thing.
He’d once told me that the art of getting ahead in New York was based on learning how to express dissatisfaction in an interesting way. The air was full of rage and complaint. People had no tolerance for your particular hardship unless you knew how to entertain them with it.
I feel sad for people and the queer part we play in our own distasters.
The truth of the world is exhausting.
I am advising you in this matter not only as your chief of finance, but as a woman who would still be married to her husbands if they had looked at her the way you have looked at me here today.
If serious reading dwindles to near nothingness, it will probably mean that the thing we’re talking about when we use the word “identity” has reached an end.
They’ve grown comfortable with their money,’ I said. ‘They genuinely believe they’re entitled to it. This conviction gives them a kind of rude health. They glow a little.