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Saturday
Oct192013

Arundhati Roy

That's what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.

And the air was full of Thoughts and Things to Say. But at times like these, only the Small Things are ever said. Big Things lurk unsaid inside.

Change is one thing. Acceptance is another.

This was the trouble with families. Like invidious doctors, they knew just where it hurt.

If you're happy in a dream, does that count?

The American way of life is not sustainable. It doesn’t acknowledge that there is a world beyond America. 

I am completely a loner. In my head I want to feel I can be anywhere. There is a sort of recklessness that being a loner allows me.

Some things come with their own punishments.

Smells, like music, hold memories. She breathed deep, and bottled it up for posterity.

To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget.”



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