Sarcasm is wasted on those who haven’t had a decent night’s sleep, my darling.
Tracy GuzemanTag: sarcasm
The older I get, the less I enjoy the presence of other people.
Tracy GuzemanSomeone telling you about the future did not prepare you for it. Nothing prepared you for it.
Tracy GuzemanTag: future
Before too much longer I’ll forget her minute imperfections. That’s what you end up missing the most, those little faults. They burrow under your skin. Become endearing in retrospect.
Tracy GuzemanTag: love missing-someone
Isn’t that an odd thing for a parent to wish for a child? That he would be less than what he is?
Tracy GuzemanTag: parents-and-children
You don’t know what it’s like to worry you’ll start to despise the people who help you, the ones you should love, because they’re healthy and you’re not, because they’re kind and you’re this angry, frustrated . . . thing.
Tracy GuzemanTag: anger helplessness
I’ve found I still serve a purpose. I remind people to pray, to calculate the odds, to thank the fates, the gods, good karma, whatever it was that made this happen to me and not them. I’m in the worst sort of club. The one no one else wants to be in.
Tracy GuzemanTag: god fate misfortune
Why do I seem to have this effect on women? They're around me and they cry.
Tracy GuzemanYour parents were far from saints, Alice. It would be generous to say they were ordinary people who made some very serious mistakes. Don't make them out to be perfect. That’s too thin a wire for anyone to be able to keep their balance.
Tracy GuzemanTag: parents-and-children
Haven't you ever wanted something you couldn't have?
Tracy GuzemanTag: wishes
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