“I sighed; as comforting as it may be to some of us, sarcasm, like youth, is wasted on the young.”
“Youth is wasted on the young.”
“Just as youth is wasted on the young, money is wasted on the rich.”
“Grudges don't simply disappear. And I know that no matter what people tell you to comfort you, it just sounds like sarcasm." ~ Aunt Monica”
“The legal reporter came out of his cubicle shouting that two bodies of unidentified girls were in the city morgue. Frightened, I asked him: What age? Young, he said. They may be refugees from the interior chased here by the regime's thugs. I sighed with relief. The situation encroaches on us in silence, like a bloodstain, I said. The legal reporter, at some distance now, shouted: "Not blood, Maestro,shit.”
“I don't like to see all my energies, all of my youth, wasted in fur coats and radios and slipcovers.”