"Memory blurs, that's the point. If memory didn't blur you wouldn't have the fool's courage to do things again, again, again, that tear you apart."
"He was ugly, himself. Weird-ugly. But ugliness in a man doesn't matter, much. Ugliness in a woman is her life."
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Source: Joyce Carol Oates (2009). “Faithless: Tales of Transgression”, p.30, Harper Collins
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