"It's too late to correct it," said the Red Queen: "when you've once said a thing, that fixes it, and you must take the consequences." -- Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass
"I could wake up screaming sometimes, but I don't. I could step off the end of this pier but I got shit to do, and I've an appointment on Tuesday." -- Ani DiFranco
"The choice was yours and no one else's. You can cry for a body in despair; hang your head because she is no longer there to shine, to dazzle, or betray. How she lived, how she shone, but how soon the lights were gone." -- Tim Rice
We don't have chemistry. Or banter. Or common interests. You're a yoga instructor; you get calonics; you don't- you don't appreciate the chaos and absurdity of life on this planet, and in this city... You don't understand irony, or ethnicity, or eccentricty, or poetry, or the simple joy of being a regular at the diner on your block - I love that!
You don't drink coffee. Or alcohol. You don't over-eat. You don't cry when you're alone. You don't understand sarcasm. You plod through life in a neat, colorless, caffeine-free, dairy-free, conflict-free, banal self-posessed way. I'm bold, and angry, and tortured, and tremendous, and I notice when someone's changed their hair part, or when someone is wearing two very distinctively different shades of black, or when some changes the natural timbre of their voice on the phone.
I don't give out empty praise... I'm not complacent - or well-adjusted; I can't spend fifteen minutes breathing and stretching, and getting in touch with myself; I can't spend three minutes finishing an article! I check my phone machine nine times every day, and I can't sleep at night, because I feel that there is so much to do, and fix, and change in the world. And I wonder every day if I'm making a difference, and if I will ever express the greatness within me, or if I will remain forever-paralyzed by the muddled madness inside my head. I've wept on every birthday I've ever had, because life is huge and fleeting, and I hate certain people and certain shoes. And I feel that life is terribly unfair, and sometimes beautiful, and wonderful, and extraordinary, but also numbing and horrifying and insurmountable. And I hate myself a lot of the time, but a lot of the rest of the time, I adore myself, and I adore my life in this city, and this world that we live in -- this huge and wonderous, bewildering, brilliant, horrible world.
-- Jennifer Westfeldt, Kissing Jessica Stein.
-- It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel .