Ocupation: Writer
Life: b. November 6, 1965
Birthday: November 6
Examining the actual contents of my crying, I found a quailing sludge emotion, with a foul insecticide taste. If it was a peanut, you would spit it out. Yet I was indulging this toxic goo, giving it its head and letting it dictate my actions. People had every good reason to despise me.
source: Sandra Newman (2002). “The only good thing anyone has ever done: a novel”, Vintage
topic: Giving, People, Taste, Insecticides