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Before I lost my father, I never understood the rituals surrounding funerals...But now I know why we do those things. It's busywork, all of it. I had so much to take care of so many arrangements to make so many people to inform, I didn't have a moment to be engulfed by the ocean of grief that was lapping at my heels. Instead, I waded through the shallows, performing task after task, grateful to have duties to propel me forward. #wickedwomenwriters

“Can one be really happy at someone else's expense?” #wickedwomenwriters

“That girl Brenda I met tonight: I don‘t much like her, you know. ‘ I said, ‘You don‘t? I‘d never have guessed. You greeted each other like long-lost sisters. ‘ ‘Oh, women always go on like that. ‘ ‘Yes, I‘ve often thought it must be exhausting to be a woman. ‘ ‘It is, if you do it properly. Which is why I so seldom do.” #wickedwomenwriters

“That is what madness is, isn't it? All the wheels fly off the bus and things don't make sense any more. Or rather, they do, but it's not a kind of sense anyone else can understand.” #wickedwomenwriters

“If I was made of cake I'd eat myself before somebody else could.” #wickedwomenwriters

“They used to put people in stocks to shame them in public. Now you just need a wi-fi connection. On the internet, humiliation lives forever." #wickedwomenwriters

“Aren't there gradations of evil? Is evil a great perilous gulf into which one falls with the first sin, plummeting to the depth?” #wickedwomenwriters

“I wish this were just a nightmare that we could wake up from.” #wickedwomenwriters

“Madness is always a wonderful excuse, don‘t you think? For doing terrible things to other people." #wickedwomenwriters

“Truth must evolve‘—how very convenient for liars.” #wickedwomenwriters