The two men motioned again for me to sit. I walked toward the traffic and they called out to me, throwing in my direction either a salutation or an insult. If I had turned around, I could have heard them clearly, but I stayed facing in the direction I was going. As I approached the blur of cars, cows, and goats, I considered the extent of my suffering. 

“Everything I was feeling—daily bouts of idiocy, a persistent feeling of doom—was perfectly summarized by the deficiency symptoms I found online.”

“There’s a romance to the love triangle. There’s an inherent asymmetry, a more volatile set of relationships.”

“The couch was me, which was part of the problem: it reflected back to me how little I knew about my own desires.”

“The final category is ‘horny.’ After that, everyone goes home.”

“Sometimes you come across archives that are more beautiful than ugly, and you want to know more, and other times you come across archives that make you puke.”

“There is an obsessive quality to Kincaid’s storytelling, and also to her prose.”

“Complaints can sound like the master’s tools—but they’re also where you come to learn about how institutions reproduce themselves.”

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