“The inability to envision a certain kind of person doing a certain kind of thing because you’ve never seen someone who looks like him do it before is not just a vice. It’s a luxury. What begins as a failure of the imagination ends as a market inefficiency: when you rule out an entire class of people from doing a job simply by their appearance, you are less likely to find the best person for the job.”
“All my bravado from this morning, the power, the perfect crime, taking down the patriarchy, the way we Liars saved the summer idyll and made it better, the way we kept our family together by destroying some part of it—all that is delusional. The dogs are dead…”
“I give up on rage, which at this point has become a formality, and make a mental note to get angry again in the morning. Then I let myself drift, because there’s really no fighting it.”