Never at my hands will the traitor be honored above the patriot. But whoever proves his loyalty to the state–I'll prize that man in death as well as life.

She did not know the nature of her loneliness. The only words that named it were: This is not the world I expected.

Everything, absolutely everything on this earth makes sense, and even the smallest things are worthy of our consideration.

She was the right girl at the right time. She had only a small repertory of Child ballads, never trained her pure soprano and annoyed some purists because she was indifferent to the origins of her material and sang everything ‘sad’.

Written By Joan Didion

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