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A review by bibliocyclist
Anagrams by Lorrie Moore
4.0
"Basically, I realized, I was living in that awful stage of life from the age of twenty-six to thirty-seven known as stupidity. It's when you don't know anything, not even as much as you did when you were younger, and you don't even have a philosophy about all the things you don't know, the way you did when you were twenty or would again when you were thirty-eight."
"It's not that I wanted to be married. It's that I wanted a Marriage Equivalent, although I never knew exactly what that was, and often suspected that there was really no such thing. Yet I was convinced that there had to be something better than the lonely farce living across town or hall could, with very little time, become."
"Where does love go? When something you have taped to the wall falls off, what has happened to the stickum? It has relaxed. It has accumulated an assortment of hairs and fuzzies. It has said Fuck It and given up. It doesn't go anywhere, it's just gone. Energy is created, and then it is destroyed. So much for the law of physics. So much for chemistry. So much for not much."
"Between large and small, between near and far, there was no wisdom or truth to be had. To be near was to be blind; to be one among so many was to own no shape or say."
"Jolly X-mas from Santa and his subordinate clauses."
"It's not that I wanted to be married. It's that I wanted a Marriage Equivalent, although I never knew exactly what that was, and often suspected that there was really no such thing. Yet I was convinced that there had to be something better than the lonely farce living across town or hall could, with very little time, become."
"Where does love go? When something you have taped to the wall falls off, what has happened to the stickum? It has relaxed. It has accumulated an assortment of hairs and fuzzies. It has said Fuck It and given up. It doesn't go anywhere, it's just gone. Energy is created, and then it is destroyed. So much for the law of physics. So much for chemistry. So much for not much."
"Between large and small, between near and far, there was no wisdom or truth to be had. To be near was to be blind; to be one among so many was to own no shape or say."
"Jolly X-mas from Santa and his subordinate clauses."