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By AnonymPatricia Gaffney
I hate jealousy. At least it's its own punishment; it makes me feel like hell.
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By AnonymPatricia Gaffney
I love the slow, warming sensation of my body going numb when I drink.
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By AnonymPatricia Gaffney
I often think my life would be a lot easier if I were a mute.
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By AnonymPatricia Gaffney
... laughter is cathartic and cleansing, that it's good for the body and the soul, and when it's real it's better than sex.
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By AnonymPatricia Gaffney
Little things. The thought of losing them makes them unbearably dear ... I only think of the sweetness. Simple things. The quarter moon, the taste of an orange. The smell of the pages of a new book.
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By AnonymPatricia Gaffney
Topics... are what people talk about when they don't know each other well. Topics... are what men talk about.
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By AnonymPatricia Gaffney
What was it called, that symbol of the serpent eating its own tail? It probably signified infinity, endlessness, timelessness. But for me it would mean the effort to love well going on and on, round and round, always imperfect and always forgivable. The best we could ever do for each other.
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By AnonymPatricia Gaffney
All my life I've wanted to tell people I love them. Fear usually held me back, that they wouldn't care, or they wouldn't hear, or they would take too much from me once they knew.
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By AnonymPatricia Gaffney
An informed customer is a satisfied one.
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By AnonymPatricia Gaffney
Bad news doesn't hurt as much, if you hear it in good company. It's like, if somebody pushes you out of a 5th floor window and you bounce off an awning, a car roof, and a pile of plastic garbage bags before you smash onto the pavement, you've got a pretty good chance of surviving.
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By AnonymPatricia Gaffney
Never throw love away, never neglect it. Never assume you'll find better love somewhere else. Take it wherever you're lucky enough to find it, and always try to return it in kind. Don't take so much for granted.
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By AnonymPatricia Gaffney
What the hell is this stuff?" he muttered, frowning at the oily spot on the linen cloth. "Pearlman slathered it on me this morning." "It's macassar oil. Gentlemen use it to keep their hair neat. Nicholas used it," she added pointedly. "Well, tomorrow he's giving it up. I smell like a rotten apple." "You do not. And I think it looks rather nice." He sent her an incredulous look. "I look like an otter. And everything I put my head against gets greasy." "That's why someone invented the antimacassar," she told him, almost smiling. "The-aha!" He laughed as he made the connection. "Of course. First they invent something stupid, then something ugly to make up for it. We live in a wondrous age, Annie.
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