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Lawrence Osborne
“One can rarely say enough about the kindness of Italians. One is always treated as a human being who needs unpredictable things—like a moment by oneself with a bottle on the beach. They have a true gift for what can only be called spontaneous delicacy.”
Lawrence Osborne, The Accidental Connoisseur: An Irreverent Journey Through the Wine World

“Everyone you meet always asks if you have a career, are married, or own a house as if life was some kind of grocery list. But no one ever asks you if you are happy.”
Heath Ledger

Edward St. Aubyn
“No, he mustn't think about it, or indeed about anything, and especially not about heroin, because heroin was the one thing that really worked, the only thing that stopped him scampering around in a hamster's wheel of unanswerable questions. Heroin was the cavalry. Heroin was the missing chair leg, made with such precision that it matched every splinter of the break. Heroin landed purring at the base of his skull, and wrapped itself darkly around his nervous system, like a black cat curling up on its favourite cushion. It was as soft and rich as the throat of a wood pigeon, or the splash of sealing wax onto a page, or a handful of gems slipping from palm to palm.”
Edward St. Aubyn, Bad News

Vivian Gornick
“Everyone used to seem so grown up," I say. "Nobody does anymore. Look at us. Forty, fifty years ago we would have been our parents. Who are we now?" ...

"They passed," Leonard says, "that's all." Fifty years ago you entered a closet marked 'marriage.' In the closet was a double set of clothes, so stiff they could stand up by themselves. A woman stepped into a dress called 'wife' and the man stepped into a suit called 'husband.' And that was it. They disappeared inside the clothes. Today, we don't pass. We're standing here naked. That's all."

He strikes a match and holds it to his cigarette.

"I'm not the right person for this life," I say.

"Who is?" he says, exhaling in my direction.”
Vivian Gornick, The Odd Woman and the City

Ticus Poetry
“And when death finds me,
I hope it whispers,
“Come now,
the fight is done,”
and takes my hand gently,
like an old friend
who understands
why I’m so tired.
I hope it says,
“You've carried enough,
let me hold this weight for you.”
I hope it promises,
“Here there is quiet.
Here you can rest.”
Ticus Poetry, The Final Pause: Is this the end?

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