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"I hate bereavement", said Julia, looking at the mirror in her small powder contact, "it ruins your eyeliner."

"I was thinking that a life is just the history of what we give our attention to," said Patrick."The rest is packaging."

'It's the hardest addiction of all,' said Patrick. 'Forget heroin. Just try giving up irony, that deep-down need to mean two things at once, two be in two places at once, not to be there for the catastrophe of a fixed meaning.'

[Patrick] marvelled again at the effect of projection: how hostile Henry had seemed to him when Patrick was hostile towards everyone; how considerate he seemed now that Patrick had no argument with him. What would it be like to stop projecting? Was it possible at all?

She made herself angry, because it was easier for her than being upset.

His body was a graveyard of buried emotion.

The crisis was not in the past but in clinging to the past.

It was not the end of the closeness but the end of the longing for closeness that he had to mourn.

Resentment is drinking the poison, and hoping that someone else will die.

'It's the hardest addiction of all,' said Patrick. 'Forget heroin. Just try giving up irony, that deep-down need to mean two things at once, to be in two places at once, not to be there for the catastrophe of a fixed meaning.'