What did Mignon McLaughlin mean by: Suburb: a place that isn’t city, isn’t country, and isn’t tolerable. Mignon McLaughlin Writer Copy
My doctor is nice; every time I see him, I’m ashamed of what I think of doctors in general. Author, January 16, 2024January 9, 2025, Mignon McLaughlin, Perception, Shame, Trust, 0 Mignon McLaughlin Writer
+ We welcome passion, for the mind is briefly let off duty. Author, June 13, 2023January 2, 2025, Mignon McLaughlin, Creativity, Passion, Relaxation, 0 Mignon McLaughlin Writer
Most of us become parents long before we have stopped being children. Author, January 16, 2024January 9, 2025, Mignon McLaughlin, Maturity, Responsibility, Transition, 0 Mignon McLaughlin Writer
+ If I knew why I worried so much, I wouldn’t worry. Author, June 27, 2023January 2, 2025, Mignon McLaughlin, Anxiety, Awareness, Uncertainty, 0 Mignon McLaughlin Writer
The poor have the same basic pleasures as the rich, and the rich will always resent it. Author, January 16, 2024January 9, 2025, Mignon McLaughlin, Class, Pleasure, Resentment, 0 Mignon McLaughlin Writer
+ Minor vices lead to major ones, but minor virtues stay put. Author, October 11, 2023January 2, 2025, Mignon McLaughlin, Progression, Vices, Virtues, 0 Mignon McLaughlin Writer
A woman telling her true age is like a buyer confiding his final price to an Armenian rug dealer. Author, January 16, 2024January 9, 2025, Mignon McLaughlin, Age, Negotiation, Secrecy, 0 Mignon McLaughlin Writer
The neurotic always wishes people would let him alone – until they do. Author, January 16, 2024January 9, 2025, Mignon McLaughlin, Contradiction, Dependence, Isolation, 0 Mignon McLaughlin Writer
Live dangerously. Build your cities on the slopes of Vesuvius. Read explanation Friedrich Nietzsche Philosopher · Germany
The machinations of ambiguity are among the very roots of poetry. William Empson Poet and literary critic · England
People like to say, ‘What do you mean exactly?’ I would answer, ‘I mean, but not exactly.’ Jean-Luc Godard Filmmaker · France
Our own front door can be a wonderful thing, or a sight we dread; rarely is it only a door. Jeanette Winterson Author · England
