Work Hard At . . . Something.

The Future Rose Up Ahead Of Her, A Succession Of Empty Days, Each More Daunting And Unknowable Than The One Before Her.

Being A Decent Human Being Will Require Effort And Energy.

Fear And Anxiety Are Great Motivators For Me.

You're Gorgeous, You Old Hag, And If I Could Give You Just One Gift Ever For The Rest Of Your Life It Would Be This. Confidence. It Would Be The Gift Of Confidence. Either That Or A Scented Candle

But They Had Also Settled Into The Maddening Familiarity Of Friendship; Maddening For Her At Least.