It was the time of year, the time of day, for a small insistent sadness to pass into the texture of things. Dusk, silence, iron chill. Something lonely in the bone.

It’s only after you’ve lost everything,” Tyler says, "that you’re free to do anything.” What I’m feeling

Noone of us can know what tomorrow will hold, because each day has its good and its bad moments.

An ignorant person with a bad character is like an unarmed robber, but a learned person with a blog is a robber fully armed.

Mickey Kaus

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