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The bruise on the heart which at first feels incredibly tender to the slightest touch eventually turns all the shades of the rainbow and stops aching. We forget about it. We even forget we have hearts until the next time. And then when it happens again we wonder how we ever could have forgotten. We think "this one is stronger, this one is better..." because, in fact, we cannot fully remember the time before.

I'm always waiting for things to be over so I can get home and commit them to paper.

I've always been very naive about ploys like that. "Come up to my apartment and let me set your poems to music" and I always come. Or at least go.

Being unmarried in a man's world was such a hassle that anything had to be better. Marriage was better. But not much.

It was clear to me that thinking yourself superior was a sure sign of being inferior and that thinking yourself extraordinary was a sure sign of being ordinary.

What I really wanted was to give birth to myself - the little girl I might have been in a different family, a different world.

How did people decide to get pregnant, I wondered. It was such an awesome decision. In a way, it was such an arrogant decision. To undertake responsibility for a new life when you had no way of knowing what it would be like.

Интересно,как мы всегда умудряемся находить следующего парня еще хуже,чем предыдущего.Феномен "усугубленных вторых"-классический случай в психологии.

Считать себя выше, чем кто-нибудь, означало быть ниже, а думать о себе как о существе необычном было знаком, что ты совершенно заурядна.

И, хотя мне противно в этом признаться, красивые мужчины есть и в Германии.