When times are bad, people feel compelled to overeat.
I felt the distance and stillness of that sprawled dawn like some endless sky waking inside me, flared against the laughter.
She was the one, I decided, who would guide me into the vortex of the cliche.
The view is endlessly fulfilling. It is like the answer to a lifetime of questions and vague cravings.
People had hoped to be caught up in something bigger than themselves. They thought it would be a shared crisis. They would feel a sense of shared purpose, shared destiny. Like a snowstorm that blankets a large city – but lasting months, lasting years, carrying everyone along, creating fellow feeling where there was only suspicion and fear. The war would ennoble everything we say and do. What was impersonal would become personal. What was solitary would be shared.
Love helps us develop an identity secure enough to allow itself to be placed in another’s care and protection.
This is the whole point of technology. It creates an appetite for immortality on the one hand. It threatens universal extinction on the other. Technology is lust removed from nature. – Murray (WN 285)
I am advising you in this matter not only as your chief of finance, but as a woman who would still be married to her husbands if they had looked at her the way you have looked at me here today.
He told me that I hadn’t done anything yet. Hadn’t lived yet. All you do is pass the time, he said.
Everyone wants to own the end of the world.