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There is no such thing as a natural death: nothing that happens to a man is ever natural, since his presence calls the world into question. All men must die: but for every man his death is an accident and, even if he knows it and consents to it, an unjustifiable violation.

Today I could almost be her mother and the grandmother of that sad-eyed girl. I am so sorry for them - for me because I am so young and I understand nothing; for her because her future is closed and she has never understood anything.

Her love for us was deep as well as exclusive, and the pain it caused us as we submitted to it was a reflection of her own conflicts. She was very open to wounds — she was capable of chewing over a reproof or a criticism for thirty or forty years - and her diffused indwelling resentment made itself apparent in aggressive forms of behavior.

In the end, what broke the spell of misery was being told it would end.

I don’t know if I love the desert or my father loves the desert or what, if anything, is the difference.

I wish I could take my self off like a coat. Just for an hour. Just for an afternoon. I’ll come back, I want to promise.

Their desire, soured, turns into rage; the women in my family wear their resentments like bracelets. They will tell you all about them.
They will ruin dinner. They will tell you about your father's family, how they are less cultured or more arrogant, how they never liked them. They will blame their misery on the men.