When in sickness, look to the spine first.
You write to find out what you believe.
The wish to be understood may be our most vengeful demand, may be the way we hang on, as asults, to our grudge against our mothers; the way we never let our mothers off the hook for their not meeting our every need. Wanting to be understood, as adults, can be our most violent form of nostalgia.
Tragic heroes are failed pragmatists. Their ends are unrealistic and their means are impractical.
There is always a. . belief that by destroying the thing that we love we destroy our needs
Everybody is dealing with how much of their own aliveness they can bear and how much they need to anesthetize themselves.
Sanity, as the project of keeping ourselves recognizably human, therefore has to limit the range of human experience. To keep faith with recognition we have to stay recognizable. Sanity, in other words, becomes a pressing preoccupation as soon as we recognize the importance of recognition. When we define ourselves by what we can recognize, by what we can comprehend- rather than, say, by what we can describe- we are continually under threat from what we are unwilling andor unable to see. We are tyrannized by our blind spots, and by whatever it is about ourselves that we find unacceptable.
I detest my fellow-beings and do not feel that I am their fellow at all
Don't you wish we could pick the people we love?" "Yeah," I say. "Or just make the people we love want the same things we want.
Smooth out with wine the worries of a wrinkled brow.
He closed his eyes, dropping his forehead against hers. “You’ll be the death of me, Elena. ” She smiled. “You need a little excitement in that boring old life of yours.