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When Something Like This Happens, You Suddenly Have No Sense Of Reality At All. You Have Lost A Piece Of Your Past. The Infidelity Itself Is Small Potatoes Compared To The Low-level Brain Damage That Results When A Whole Chunk Of Your Life Turns Out To Have Been Completely Different From What You Thought It Was. It Becomes Impossible To Look Back At Anything That's Happened ... Without Wondering What Was Really Going On.

Everybody Dies. There’s Nothing You Can Do About It. Whether Or Not You Eat Six Almonds A Day. Whether Or Not You Believe In God. (although There’s No Question A Belief In God Would Come In Handy. It Would Be Great To Think There’s A Plan, And That Everything Happens For A Reason. I Don’t Happen To Believe That. And Every Time One Of My Friends Says To Me, “everything Happens For A Reason,” I Would Like To Smack Her.)

My Parents Were Screenwriters, And They Had Four Daughters And We All Write. So That's Amazing. Talk About Powerful Parents. My Mother Always Said To Us, "everything Is Copy."

Black Makes Your Life So Much Simpler. Everything Matches Black, Especially Black.

It's Always Hard To Remember Love - Years Pass And You Say To Yourself, Was I Really In Love Or Was I Just Kidding Myself? Was I Really In Love Or Was I Just Pretending He Was The Man Of My Dreams? Was I Really In Love Or Was I Just Desperate?