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"An atmosphere of unrelenting honesty is not hospitable, really, to domestic life.  It is exhausting, since it bars the possibility of tactfulness or diplomacy."  The Family Heart by Robb Forman Dew ( Read more... )

You can finish something, you can put it away in a drawer.
But the past is never gone, it is never behind you.

And does the world remember us ( Read more... )

I used to think that unhappiness was the cause of not understanding the most fundamental rule of economics ( Read more... )

                What if I demanded, not just requested, but demanded, better of you, what if I was unimpressed by the way you lived your life, what if I wanted something better for you, because I knew, knew more than anyone, what would happen if you did not change, that the kind of passive entertainment and education you had sought would destroy ( Read more... )

In those first hours of restlessness ( Read more... )

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What is the use of this love,
It has brought us to here,
This shrinking impasse.

Overlooking the whole world,
But held apart, I'm here alone.
You've leapt already.

Now this love is worse than useless,
A weight to drag,
A stone to bear to noplace.

Everything reversed, pained,
Love leads to sorrow,
And memories to tears.

I went downstairs to swim in the pool,
And the sky was red.
I saw lightning far away,
And the sky was red.
I swam a lap, there, back,
And the sky was red.
Nothing changed,
It was vast and indifferent,
Like anything men might worship.