I sighed. Two goodbyes in one night. It was depressing. And it wasn’t as though I had a whole Rolodex full of friends. But no sense being sentimental about it. Sentiment is stupid.

The words spoken by man in wonder are so common they are hard to explain.

That man is prudent who neither hopes nor fears anything from the uncertain events of the future.

Sleeping in your clothes makes you tired. The clothes are crumpled, and also your body underneath them. I feel as if I've been rolled into a bundle and thrown on the floor.

Written By Margaret Atwood

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