If one doesn't respect oneself one can have neither love nor respect for others.

I don't need your wind machine. I brought my own.

Examine for a moment an ordinary mind on an ordinary day. The mind receives a myriad impressions—trivial, fantastic, evanescent, or engraved with the sharpness of steel. From all sides they come, an incessant shower of innumerable atoms; and as they fall, as they shape themselves into the life of Monday or Tuesday

There is no true life. Your true life is the one you end up with, whatever it may be. You just do the best you can with what you've got.

Written By Anne Tyler

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