Thank God for my hobgoblin, small-minded consistency...
Kate ChristensenI scrambled to pack my things, glad I owned so little.
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Friendship is a strange animal. It only thrives in voluntary enjoyment of each other's company, in the pleasure of nonobligatory connection. I repeat: You owe me nothing.
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My sudden, unforeseen capitulation had knocked me backward, and I had nothing to hold on to. My internal weather was eerily calm, as if in a tornado's aftermath, birdsong, sunshine, supersaturated colors, wreckage all around, and myself, dazed and limping.
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It happened every single day in Brooklyn: awaken to fresh glory, fall asleep to blight and ruin.
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Let nothing human be foreign to me
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