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P.S. Sitting around warching my facher die of what I’m going to die of is a hell of a strain on my shallow nature.

Joe, I mean, you've seen me and know I simply can't complain, it wouldn't be fair, stacked the way I am.

Because most books I read nowadays have dreary, sordid people who seem downright dreary and sordid, and the only fascinating thing about them is how the writer could have stuck to it all that time.

“I’m not conveying the full light-to-dark spectrum of her feelings about Joan. Am conveying dark-to-darker only.”
like why is it written like this

And though Morrison wasn't, in her estimation, an artist, he somehow was, in her estimation, an artist.

some bs

"[I'd] begun telling rock 'n' roll stars I hated rock 'n' roll and nobody is that cute," she wrote.