A Man Who Has Been Dead For

This Ability To Exist In Pieces Is What Some Adults Call Resilience. And I Suppose In Some Way It Is A Kind Of Resilience, A Horrible Resilience That Makes Adults Believe Children Forget Trauma.

Race And Class Are The Easiest Divisions. It's Very Stupid

When You Think About It, Giving Up Your Real Personality Is A Small Price To Pay For The Richness Of Living Happily Ever After With An Actual Man!

Playing And Fun Are Not The Same Thing, Though When We Grow Up We May Forget That And Find Ourselves Mixing Up Playing With Happiness. There Can Be A Kind Of Amnesia About The Seriousness Of Playing, Especially When We Played By Ourselves.

If I Didn't Try To Eavesdrop On Every Bus Ride I Take Or Look For The Humor When I Go For A Walk, I Would Just Be Depressed All The Time.