No Matter How Expected, Death Is Always

What Would We Do Without Irony? Check Out Your Own Daily Reliance On It, The Foul-weather Friend Who's There For You When Nothing Else Is.

The Present Always Masquerades As A Beginning; Maybe We Couldn't Endure It If We Realized At The Time That It Was A Peak, Or Even An Ending.

Your Life Is The One Place You Have To Spend Yourself Fully--wild, Generous, Drastic--in An Unrationed Profligacy Of Self ... And In That Split Second When You Understand That You Finally Are About To Die-to Uncreate The World No Time To Do It Over No More Chances--that Instant When You Realize Your Conscious Existence Is Truly Flaring Nova, Won't You Want To Have Used Up All-all-the Splendor That You Are?

Women Are Not Inherently Passive Or Peaceful. We're Not Inherently Anything But Human.

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