I don't reckon misery loves any damn thing at all.
Bruce MachartTag: truth loneliness philosophical misery
The townsfolk would assume, from this day forward, that Klara's death had turned a gentle man bitter and hard, but the truth, Vaclav knew, was that her absence only rendered him, again, the man he'd been before he'd met her, one only her proximity had ever softened
Bruce MachartYou could rub a dry turd with a whole can of linseed oil, after all, and all you'd end up with was mess of shiny shit.
Bruce MachartShe had a knack for numbers and negotiation, and once, when Karel had asked when she planned to settle down, Elizka Novotny had pulled a wisp of curls from the corner of her wet mouth and said, "I am settled. I didn't grow daddy's business just to marry some dirt farmer who expects me to hand over the reins so he can make a wreck of it.
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