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She remembered one of her therapists saying Anger is pain in a party mask. It had seemed wise at the time. She wasn’t sure if she agreed with it anymore. Maybe anger was a scab over a wound, or maybe it was what happened when the universe spun you so hard that you lost everything. Or maybe it was just a thing that welled up in you when you found yourself lying sleepless in the dark of a prison work camp with no idea what your future might be or if your past mattered.

In a world without privacy, etiquette had to suffice.

I’m drunk. Hypocrisy is the natural companion of beer.

Why me? is not something the universe ever answers.

He was curious because he chose to be. It didn’t make him stupid.

Humans are structureless. They live in conflict with themselves and each other. Their great genius is rationalization: lying into mirrors until they bully and seduce themselves into things they would never otherwise do. They are creatures of self-delusion, regret, and desire.

Looked at in a wide enough frame, maybe her problems weren’t so large. They just seemed that way when she held them up against her eyes where they’d block out all the light.

Of all the unthinkable events in his life, the fact that the universe had put him beside this woman felt the most unlikely.

She warned me that raising children would require patience. It’s why I never had any of my own.

Most people were cowards. Being angry about that was like being angry at time for passing.

Good and evil are constructs lesser beings build to create divisions in places where rigor and intelligence are insufficient. It is a sloppy shorthand, and prone to error.

A leader must be utterly decisive, especially when giving orders that conflict with the ones from the day before.