Kate

“But my interest is in how these marks that I am scratching on this page can mean anything at all. If they can have meaning, then life can have meaning, then I can have meaning.”
― Percival Everett, James

“There is no explaining this simple truth about life: you will forget much of it. The painful things you were certain you’d never be able to let go? Now you’re not entirely sure when they happened, while the thrilling parts, the heart-stopping joys, splintered and scattered and became something else. Memories are then replaced by different joys and larger sorrows, and unbelievably, those things get knocked aside as well, until one morning you’re picking cherries with your three grown daughters and your husband goes by on the Gator and you are positive that this is all you’ve ever wanted in the world.”
― Ann Patchett, Tom Lake

“What cruel disease, she thought, to steal from a person all their best moments, and make them relive the worse ones nightly. To force their loved ones to deliver these blows of memory until they, too, were subsumed by the echoing grief.”
― Sara Nović, True Biz

“The thing is, May,' the hum said, 'the goal of advertising is to rip a hole in your heart, so it can then fill that hole with plastic, or with any other materials that can be yanked out of the earth, and, after brief sojourns as objects of desire, be converted to waste.”
― Helen Phillips, Hum