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We Listened To Them, But It Was Clear They'd Received Too Much Therapy To Know The Truth.

We Knew, Finally, That The Girls Were Really Women In Disguise, That They Understood Love And Even Death, And That Our Job Was Merely To Create The Noise That Seemed To Fascinate Them.

I Was Aware That You Weren't Supposed To Write About Suburbia, That It Was Undignified In Some Way, The Subject Matter Not Momentous Enough. And So, For A Long Time, That Kept Me From Writing About It. But Once I Began, I Realized It Was Just As Interesting As Anywhere Else.

Winter Is The Season Of Alcoholism And Despair.

And She Had Succeeded, On The Second Try, In Hurling Herself Out Of The World