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“She loves the wolf. She does not love the lamb. Not just any wolf. She loves the wolf that is capable of love. It is even more complicated: she loves the wolf who contains, hides or reveals an unexpected sweetness in his violence. The sweetness of the cruel is a greater sweetness.”

“Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict myself; I am large — I contain multitudes.”

“It ends or it doesn’t. That’s what you say. That’s how you get through it. The tunnel, the night, the pain, the love. It ends or it doesn’t. If the sun never comes up, you find a way to live without it. If they don’t come back, you sleep in the middle of the bed, learn how to make enough coffee for yourself alone. Adapt. Adjust. It ends or it doesn’t. It ends or it doesn’t. We do not perish.”

Look at how unlikely our meeting was. Look at the vastness of the universe encompassing all the things we don’t know and the things we think we know. Look at me, at us, together – here and now. Isn’t this some form of a miracle?

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I know women who were teenagers during WW2 who talked about the immense freedom they had as teen girls. They could sleep on the beach at night. They’d walk home alone after a party. From the way they talk about it, you’d think there wasn’t a war going on or that some of those nights were interrupted by air raid sirens.

“November night. Brief note to self: Time to take myself in hand. To build into myself, to give myself backbone, however much I fail.”

“Writing once felt like letting go, but now it feels like sitting in a bath for hours, stuck in my own dirt.”

“Not all toxic people are cruel and uncaring. Some of them love us dearly. Many of them have good intentions. Most are simply toxic to our being simply because their needs and way of existing force us to compromise ourselves and our happiness. They aren’t inherently bad people, but they aren’t the right people for us”