“There is a fallacy that the powerful emotion of youth mellows with time. Not true. One learns to control and suppress it. But it doesn’t lessen. It simply hides and concentrates itself in more discreet places. When one accidentally stumbles into one of these abysses, the pain is spectacular. I find these little abysses everywhere now.”—Nicole Krauss, Great House
And all it took was a bottle of grape juice and a box of Ladurée macarons.
Me, about the past five months or so: “I realized that I forgot that the inconsequential worries I have now, and had had this fall especially, wouldn’t matter in a year or two. It’s always easier to get pass things once you can laugh about it, right?”