What Separates Us From The

The World, Right Now, Is Only Us.

Pride Is Allowed To Have An Element Of Worry, Especially When You Are A Mother.

I Don't Get This At All. It's Like Protesting The Fact That Some People Are Red-haired.

I Am So Used To Hints And Mixed Messages, Saying Things That Might Mean What They Sort Of Sound Like They Mean. Games And Contests, Roles And Rituals, Talking In Twelve Languages At Once So The True Words Won't Be So Obvious. I Am Not Used To A Plainspoken, Honest Truth.

What A Strange Phrase — –not Seeing Other People. As If It’s Been Constructed To Be A Lie. We See Other People All The Time. The Question Is What We Do About It.