Life, my dear, is not about romance. The sooner you learn that, the less of a disappointment yours will prove to be.
Heidi JulavitsOr perhaps it was the crying woman's mention of the unread library books, because truly there was nothing sadder, except a gift that a person has hand made for you, a scarf or a poncho, that, try as you might, you cannot ever see your way into wearing. This is when the cold indifference of the world envelops you, and makes you feel invigorated by emotion but also acutely alone.
Heidi JulavitsA white girl disappears from a white prep school in a white suburb. Nobody knows what happened to her. The overall whiteness of the world is threatened. This must be resolved by whatever means possible.
Heidi JulavitsWe are multiple beings having a dubious experience
Heidi JulavitsThis story is meant to make you realize that your chances of happiness in this world are terribly slim if you lack a fine imagination.
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