Eat Every Meal As If

When Something Like This Happens, You Suddenly Have No Sense Of Reality At All. You Have Lost A Piece Of Your Past. The Infidelity Itself Is Small Potatoes Compared To The Low-level Brain Damage That Results When A Whole Chunk Of Your Life Turns Out To Have Been Completely Different From What You Thought It Was. It Becomes Impossible To Look Back At Anything That's Happened ... Without Wondering What Was Really Going On.

American Society Has A Remarkable Ability To Resist Change, Or To Take Whatever Change Has Taken Place And Attempt To Make It Go Away.

Eat Every Meal As If It's Your Last; When The Last One Comes, You Probably Won't Be Very Hungry.

I Recognize That Printing Pictures Of Corpses Raises All Sorts Of Problems About Taste And Titillation And Sensationalism; The Fact Is, However, That People Die. Death Happens To Be One Of Life's Main Events. And It Is Irresponsible And More Than That, Inaccurate, For Newspapers To Fail To Show It.

And Then The Dreams Break Into A Million Tiny Pieces. The Dream Dies. Which Leaves You With A Choice: You Can Settle For Reality, Or You Can Go Off, Like A Fool, And Dream Another Dream.