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Insane People Are Always Sure They're Just Fine. It's Only The Sane People Who Are Willing To Admit They're Crazy.

It's Much Easier To Get Over Someone If You Can Delude Yourself Into Thinking You Never Really Cared That Much.

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.

Reading Makes Me Feel I've Accomplished Something, Learned Something, Become A Better Person. ... Reading Is Bliss.

I Live In New York City. I Could Never Live Anywhere Else. The Events Of September 11 Forced Me To Confront The Fact That No Matter What, I Live Here And Always Will. One Of My Favorite Things About New York Is That You Can Pick Up The Phone And Order Anything And Someone Will Deliver It To You. Once I Lived For A Year In Another City, And Almost Every Waking Hour Of My Life Was Spent Going To Stores, Buying Things, Loading Them Into The Car, Bringing Them Home, Unloading Them, And Carrying Them Into The House. How Anyone Gets Anything Done In These Places Is A Mystery To Me.