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To live without love is a waste of time. I was living in the Republic of Writing and Children. I was not Simone de Beauvoir, after all. No, I had got off the train at a different stop (marriage) and stepped on to a different platform (children). She was my muse but I was certainly not hers.

“Life falls apart. We try to get a grip and hold it together. And then we realize we don't want to hold it together.”