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Sometimes, She Reflected, She Dressed For Courage, Sometimes For Success, And Sometimes For The Consolation Of Knowing That Whatever Else Went Wrong, At Least She Liked Her Clothes.

Here's What I Think I'm Having Trouble With: This Is What Happiness Is. When I Was A Kid, I Thought I'd Just Get Happier And Happier As I Got Older, And Have More Things To Be Happy About. I Based This Theory On Observation Of Select Adults. The Problem With My Results Is That I Couldn't Tell The Difference Then Between Happy And Fake-happy. Now I Know You Pretend To Be Just Frigging Ecstatic Over Everything, Maybe Because You're So Glad It's Not Worse.

Could I Make You Believe Something That Wasn't True?' He Studied Her Through His Eyelashes. 'you Could Make Me Believe Anything At All.

Sex Without Love Is Like A Goddamn Business Transaction. And Sometimes Both Parties Feel As If They Got A Good Deal, But That Doesn't Make It Any Less So.

She Lifted Her Head. "it's Easier," She Said, Slowly, "to Be Angry On Someone Else's Behalf Than On My Own. And Yet I Find I Have A Well Of Anger In Me, That I Have Been Filling For Years From My Own Hurts. If I Spill It Out In Defense Of Another, I Can Deny It's Mine.