Granddad is on his mat, meditating. He says, "You have to live in the present, Lucky." "But it's impossible to forget." "I didn't say you had to forget it. Never forget it. But stop living there. Live here, in the present. Think forward to your future." "My future is three more years of Nader McMillan." "Yes, but from now on you're the one in control.

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Mots clés live-in-the-here-and-now



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Dad smiles at me. I suddenly feel so stupid for giving up eating when I was thirteen. The ants say: Forget about it. We're all larvae once.

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Mots clés youthful-indiscretion



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You're right. Sorry. So-don't you think they'd notice you more if you smiled and seemed happier?

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Mots clés smiles



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What's the difference between sanity and madness anyway? We all play headgames with ourselves. We all have baggage. We all cope somehow. I'm not sure if I'm mad or sane. I mean, I hold my life together, I pay my bills, I raise my kids. But the world is so polarized and bizarre now that for some people, none of these these things matter if they're not wearing the right shoes or don't have the right credit score or a fancy family car. Some people think the most important things to worry about are handbags and tan lines. Meanwhile, war and crime and poverty unfold all around us, and we ignore it. In that environment, how can we even begin to talk about sanity and madness?

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Mots clés madness sanity mental-health mental-illness



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Could I ever respect myself again if I stooped to their level?

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You're like an alcohol in my veins.

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She launched the airplane and it caught a current and circled down toward the town, like a promise of something good.

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Mots clés sadness good promise paper-airplane



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Cancer doesn’t give a shit how much you want to live. If it wants to kill you, it will.

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Mots clés life death cancer



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He may have peed on you feet, but nobody can pee on your soul without your permission.

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It occurs to me if we kissed now, we'd be like a folded map of America. My Pennsylvania scab next to her New Jersey black eye. I wonder, then, how many other kids could join in. Where are the Montanas and the Colorados? Where is the Vermont? Florida? How many maps would we make?

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Mots clés love



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