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what do you feel you have accomplished

Tell me, what do you feel you have accomplished in your life?”

I couldn’t think of a thing.

“I haven’t had a drink in three years,” I said.

“That’s scarcely an accomplishment. That’s like saying, ‘I haven’t murdered my mother.’”

“Well, of course, there is that, too.” I smiled.

—p.234 A Manual for Cleaning Women: Selected Stories Fool to Cry (221) by Lucia Berlin
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it is as if the sentence had been a gift advice/living inspo/characterisation

Now, me … if they said I had a year to live, I’ll bet I would just swim out to sea, get it over with. But Sally, it is as if the sentence had been a gift. Maybe it’s because she fell in love with Xavier the week before she found out. She has come alive. She savors everything. She says whatever she …

—p.222 Fool to Cry (221) by Lucia Berlin
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solitude is an Anglo-Saxon concept

Solitude is an Anglo-Saxon concept. In Mexico City, if you’re the only person on a bus and someone gets on they’ll not only come next to you, they will lean against you.

When my sons were at home, if they came into my room there was usually a specific reason. Have you seen my socks? What’s for d…

—p.221 Fool to Cry (221) by Lucia Berlin
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I kept thinking he’d pull up behind me project/valet-story

I hoped he’d say he’d wait for me, that he’d still be here when I got back. But he said that if I really loved him I’d marry him right now. I reacted to that. He needs to graduate; he only works part-time. I didn’t say more of the truth which is that I don’t want to leave school. I want to study Sh…

—p.219 Dear Conchi (211) by Lucia Berlin
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wherever we go we end up talking to strangers inspo/characterisation

When I’m with Joe none of this matters. I think he is a reporter because he likes to talk to people. Wherever we go we end up talking to strangers. And liking them.

I don’t think I ever really liked the world until I met him. My parents don’t like the world, or me, or they would trust me.

—p.218 Dear Conchi (211) by Lucia Berlin