Jennifer DuBois, A Partial History Of Lost Causes Quotes

When my father wrote about fate, I think he was writing about the reality that is, when there are so many other realities that could have been.

Sadness, forever unacknowledged, eventually becomes resentment.

We are inscrutable even to ourselves, I suppose.

There's an intimacy in listening to somebody's lies, I've always thought--you learn more about someone from the things they wish were true than from the things that actually are.

I think the only way to properly face doom is to be on time.