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If humans were entirely subjective, the only truth she had access to was subjective truths and not objective/ultimate truths. Everything is true from a particular perspective, and also everything is false from a particular perspective. And around this point in her reverie was when the nihilism kicked in…truth’s truthfulness didn’t matter so long as the lies weren’t affecting her directly.

Remy saw her as an artist simply by being female, doing what women had always done: creating life. The thought was far too simple to be Catherine’s invention, but that was the power of the blues, the yellows, to make the mundane into something revelatory.

“Think about life as a fence,” said Miss Winkle. “And each time we transgress, each time we hurt one another, we must tap a nail into that fence. When we’re ready, we can pull those nails out of the fence. But even still, there will be holes.” “Can the holes be fixed?” asked Bud. “Can they be patched?” Miss Winkle shook her head. Bud’s shoulders sunk.

“Am I really the woman of your dreams?”
“Who cares!” said Bud. “You’re the woman of my reality.”

“Scarcity fosters desire,” the man went on. “That’s true of parties and it’s true of business…”

Death was a problem Harper could not solve. The girls at school were vicious to weirdos, outcasts, and outsiders. God is to grace as schoolgirl is to cruelty. So Harper connected with the other outcasts and outsiders.

..death is just another job.