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There is not one true self hidden by many false ones. Rather, there is one true self hidden by many other true ones.

In this other life, she wouldn't have to worry so much. She could say anything, do anything, kiss boys and not worry about her reputation, watch movies with abandon, stop obsessing about tests or homework, shower with the other girls, wear far-out clothes and sit at the hippie table for kicks. In this other more interesting life, Faye would live consequence-free, and it seemed beautiful and lovely and, as soon as she thought about it objectively for ten seconds, ridiculous. Totally beyond her reach.

There is no greater ache than this: guilt and regret in equal measure.

You never even decided your life would be this way - it's simply the way life has become. You've been carved out by the things that have happened to you.

There are things inside you that you prefer to ignore. There is a molten mass of anguish and self-pity way deep inside you and you keep it pressed down there by never looking at it or acknowledging it.

You'd be amazed at the facts people are willing to set aside to believe that life is, indeed, great.

Beyond everything else, she loves this: how swiftly things can strike her - music, people, life - how quickly they can suprise her, all of sudden, like a punch.

The flip side of being a person who never fails at anything is that you never do anything you could fail at. You never do anything risky. There's a certain essential lack of courage among people who seem to be good at everything.

"Because when all you have is the memory of a thing" she said, "all you can think about is how the thing is gone"

He'd settle into the anger because the anger was so much easier than the work required to escape it