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" And so escape and love became intertwined, and from this grew a sense of not knowing, ignoring, pretending not to know... Anything I felt--grief, depression, shock, anger--I simply starved it away or exercised or drank too much wine or slept. I simply would not know. It was something I learned as a child that had somehow carried me into adulthood. Until it would no longer carry me. Until I learned to look deep into the face of whatever it was, and what I found was this: it didn't kill me. "
― , On Being Human: A Memoir of Waking Up, Living Real, and Listening Hard
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" It comes down to this: your pain comes in waves, it turns, leaches into things. Years of your life, for example. Your pain wraps itself around whole years like a tentacle and won't let go until you understand that it is an organ of touch, so you reach out and touch it and then, only then, it slithers off, as if all it needed was to be noticed. "
― , On Being Human: A Memoir of Waking Up, Living Real, and Listening Hard