Being able to read and write did not provide answers to all questions. It led to other questions, and then to others.
The trickle-down theory of economics has it that it’s good for rich people to get even richer because some of their wealth will trickle own, through their no doubt lavish spending, upon those who stand below them on the economic ladder. Notice that the metaphor is not that of a gushing waterfall but of a leaking tap: even the most optimistic endorsers of this concept do not picture very much real flow, as their language reveals” pg. 102.
Mary: Some call this “Eve’s curse,” but I think that is stupid because the real curse of Eve was having to put up with the nonsense of Adam.
Happy endings are best achieved by keeping the right doors locked.
No one wants to die,” said Becka. “But some people don’t want to live in any of the ways that are allowed.
I would never blame a human creature for feeling lonely.
We’re stretched thin, all of us; we vibrate; we quiver, we’re always on the alert. Reign of terror, they used to say, but terror does not exactly reign. Instead it paralyzes. Hence the unnatural quiet.
You pride yourself on being a realist, I told myself, so face the facts. There’s been a coup, here in the United States, just as in times past in so many other countries. Any forced change of leadership is always followed by a move to crush the opposition. The opposition is led by the educated, so the educated are the first to be eliminated.
Where there is an emptiness, the mind will obligingly fill it up. Fear is always at hand to supply any vacancies, as is curiosity. I have had ample experience with both.
Money does talk, but it has a limited vocabulary.
In the end, we’ll all become stories. Or else we’ll become entities. Maybe it’s the same.
But thoughtless ingratitude is the armour of the young; without it, how would they ever get through life? The old wish the young well, but they wish them ill also: they would like to eat them up, and absorb their vitality, and remain immortal themselves. Without the protection of surliness and levity, all children would be crushed by the past – the past of others, loaded on their shoulders. Selfishness is their saving grace.
You believed you could transcend the body as you aged, she tells herself. You believed you could rise above it, to a serene, nonphysical realm. But it’s only through ecstasy you can do that, and ecstasy is achieved through the body itself. Without the bone and sinew of wings, no flight. Without that ecstasy you can only be dragged further down by the body, into its machinery. Its rusting, creaking, vengeful, brute machinery.
It’s better that way, and I am a great proponent of better. In the absence of best.
What you don’t know won’t hurt you. A dubious maxim: sometimes what you don’t know can hurt you very much.
When you can’t tell the difference between your own pleasure and your pain then you’re an addict.
He drowned his sorrows, though like other drowned things they had a habit of floating to the surface when least expected.
I was the age at which parents suddenly transform from people who know everything into people who know nothing. –.
The moment of betrayal is the worst, the moment when you know beyond any doubt that you’ve been betrayed: that some other human being has wished you that much evil. It was like being in an elevator cut loose at the top. Falling, falling, and not knowing when you will hit.
All that was necessary was a law degree and a uterus: a lethal combination.