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I Was Still Owed An Explanation, I Thought, But So What? What Good Was It Going To Do Me? It Wouldn't Have Made Me Any Happier. It Was Like Scratching When You Have Chicken Pox. You Think It's Going To Help, But The Itch Moves Over, And Then Moves Over Again. My Itch Suddenly Felt Miles Away, And I Couldn't Have Reached It With The Longest Arms In The World. Realizing That Made Me Scared That I Was Going To Be Itchy Forever, And I Didn't Want That.

We Are Never Allowed To Forget That Some Books Are Badly Written; We Should Remember That Sometimes They're Badly Read, Too.

Reciprocation Was A Pretty Powerful Stimulant To The Imagination.

It Takes A Child To Say The Unsayable.

For The Best Part Of 40 Years She Had Genuinely Believed That Not Doing Things Would Somehow Prevent Regret, When, Of Course, The Exact Opposite Was True.