She thought about her life and how lost she’d felt for most of it. She thought about the way that all truths she’d been taught to consider valuable invariably conflicted with the world as it was actually lived. How could a person be so utterly lost, yet remain living?

Onassis was a man who loved to walk, to walk and talk, and he was the kind of man who doesn&#39;t go to sleep at night-he talks and talks.

It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure on the world.

[...] and the love he felt at that moment, truer than all subsequent loves because it never had to survive.

Written By Jeffrey Eugenides

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