I Wanted All Of Her And Resented

Walter Had Never Liked Cats. They'd Seemed To Him The Sociopaths Of The Pet World, A Species Domesticated As An Evil Necessary For The Control Of Rodents And Subsequently Fetishized The Way Unhappy Countries Fetishize Their Militaries, Saluting The Uniforms Of Killers As Cat Owners Stroke Their Animals' Lovely Fur And Forgive Their Claws And Fangs. He'd Never Seen Anything In A Cat's Face But Simpering Incuriosity And Self-interest; You Only Had To Tease One With A Mouse-toy To See Where It's True Heart Lay...cats Were All About Using People

And When The Event, The Big Change In Your Life, Is Simply An Insight-- Isn't That A Strange Thing? That Absolutely Nothing Changes Except That You See Things Differently And You're Less Fearful And Less Anxious And Generally Stronger As A Result: Isn't It Amazing That A Completely Invisible Thing In Your Head Can Feel Realer Than Anything You've Experienced Before?

I Voluntarily Inflicted A Certain Level Of Insanity On Myself.

The Reason This System Can’t Be Overthrown In This Country,” Walter Said, “is All About Freedom. The Reason The Free Market In Europe Is Tempered By Socialism Is That They’re Not So Hung Up On Personal Liberties There. They Also Have Lower Population Growth Rates, Despite Comparable Income Levels. The Europans Are All-around More Rational, Basically. And The Conversation About Rights In This Country Isn’t Rational. It’s Taking Place On The Level Of Emotion, And Class Resentments, Which Is Why The Right Is So Good At Exploiting It.

I Hate That Word Dysfunction.