I know what it is! We’ve arrived at the West Coast! We’re all strangers again! Folks, I just forgot the biggest gumption trap of all. The funeral procession! The one everybody’s in, this hyped-up, fuck-you, supermodern, ego style of life that thinks it owns this country.

Earth looked as if some god had attacked it with a welder’s torch, slashing away at it and leaving thin trails of incandescence.

when life gives you lemons, say, "yeah I like lemons, what else ya got"?

But how could she trust herself to keep her footing? She knew the strength of the opposing impulses-she could feel the countless hands of habit dragging her back into some fresh compromise with fate.

Written By Edith Wharton

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