Nostalgia. It’s delicate, but potent. Teddy told me that in Greek, “nostalgia” literally means “the pain from an old wound.” It’s a twinge in your heart far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn’t a spaceship. It’s a time machine. It goes backwards, forwards. It takes us to a place where we ache to go again. It’s not called the Wheel. It’s called the Carousel. It lets us travel the way a child travels, around and around, and back home again to a place where we know we are loved.
being a women is a terribly difficult task, since it consists principally in dealing with men
You’re not a good man. You never were. Even before we were married, and you know what I’m talking about.
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I found a way to work with it. That’s all I can say