+
+> Given that females prefer to live with female relatives if they are going to live in groups at all, and given that the size and dispersion of these groups is determined by the interaction of food availability and predation risk, how should males map themselves onto the female distribution?
+>
+> Robin I. M. Dunbar, Primate Social Systems, Ch. 7, "Evolution of Grouping Patterns"
+
+> STEVEN: Test? What do you mean, test?
+> PEARL: Eugh, well, it wasn't really a "test", per se. Not in the traditional sense. We just wanted to see if you were ready to go on missions.
+> STEVEN: That's _exactly_ what a test is!
+>
+> —_Steven Universe_, "The Test"
+
+> He shrugged apologetically. "The question really has no meaning. _Why_ anything? The laws of physics and the boundary conditions of space-time. What more can I say?"
+>
+> —"Eugene" by Greg Egan
+
+(post for leaving Berkeley)
+> _I don't care about what all the others say
+> Well I guess there are some things that will just never go away, I
+> Wish that I could say that there's no better place than home
+> But home's a place that I have never known_
+>
+> —"On The Run", _Steven Universe_
+
+> When all its work is done, the lie shall rot;
+> The truth is great, and shall prevail,
+> When none cares whether it prevail or not.
+>
+> —Coventry Patmore
+
+> I said: "Sophie, I'm sorry things got heated last night. I understand your point of view. A lot of it used to be mine, too. Like I said, I went to U.C. Santa Cruz and Berkeley back in the 1970s, when everything was about socialism. But 40 years of life and reporting in 60 countries has taught me that life is more nuanced than that. These issues aren't that simple. They're more complicated."
+>
+> She replied, sounding a little distressed and a little bitter, I thought: "When did you begin thinking like that?"
+>
+> I said: "Piece by piece, not all at once. Over 40 years. Look, I'd love to talk to you again 40 years from now and see if your thinking has changed at all. But I can't—I'll be dead."
+>
+> She did laugh ruefully at that.
+>
+> —https://donaldgmcneiljr1954.medium.com/nytimes-peru-n-word-part-four-what-happened-in-peru-2a641a9b5e83
+
+(Friendship Divorce)
+> _I wish you well
+> Couldn't you tell after all these years?
+> I wish you love
+> And life in a world that you're dreaming of_
+
+> This is the one that I had to write
+> It's like a letter of love with no love left out
+>
+> —"Dying to Begin" by Stretch Princess
+
+> When truth is buried underground it grows, it chokes, it gathers such an explosive force that on the day it bursts out, it blows up everything with it.
+>
+> –Emile Zola
+
+> And Durham—the software puppet, the lifeless shell animated by a being from another plane—looked him in the eye and said, "You have to let me show you what you are."
+>
+> —_Permutation City_ by Greg Egan
+
+> I have had the strength to live through it, I shall have the strength to write it down.
+>
+> —"The Husband I Bought" by Ayn Rand
+
+> _Can we all start over
+> After the final chapter's end?
+> When it all starts over
+> How do these scars begin to mend?_
+>
+> —_Centaurworld_
+
+
+> Because life is a gradual series of revelations
+> that occur over a period of time
+> It's not some carefully crafted story
+> It's a mess and we're all gonna die
+>
+> If you saw a movie that was like real life
+> You'd be like "What the hell was that movie about?"
+> It was really all over the place.
+> Life doesn't make narrative sense.
+>
+> —"The End of the Movie", _Crazy Ex Girlfriend_
+
+> "Oh, yes," she said, "The Ainsworth house. You designed it. I'm sorry. You just happened to be the victim of one of my rare attacks of honesty. I don't have them often. As you know, if you've read my stuff yesterday."
+>
+> "I've read it. And—well, I'll follow your example and I'll be perfectly frank. Don't take it as a complaint—one must never complain against one's critics. But really that capitol of Holcombe's is much worse in all those very things you blasted us for. Why did you give him such a glowing tribute yesterday? Or did you have to?"
+>
+> —_The Fountainhead_ by Ayn Rand