But hold up for a minute: who is this “we” that’s always turning up in
critical writing? We is an escape hatch. We is cheap. We is a way of simultaneously sloughing off personal responsibility and taking on the mantle of easy authority. It’s the voice of the middlebrow male critic, the one who truly believes he knows how everyone else should think. We is corrupt. We is make-believe. The real question is this: can I love the art but hate the artist? Can you?
When I say “we,” I mean I. I mean you.
No one ever fucking listens to me. It’s like I’m mute to everyone, and I’m screaming at a brick wall.
“Kötü bir anıyı unutmanın en iyi yolu güzel bir tanesiyle değişmektir.”
when the world comes crashing at your feet
it’s okay to let others
help pick up the pieces
if we’re present to take part in your happiness
when your circumstances are great
we are more than capable
of sharing your pain
-community 
This sudden access to the mysteries of the universe seemed to magnify the role of human reason. If the universe is a smooth-running machine with all its parts coordinated by one grand design, then we only have to think clearly to find life’s meaning and true happiness. This fundamental idea, that we have the ability to find the truth by the use of our senses and reason, gave rise to the label Age of Reason.
It’s her job to be in charge, but who is she trying to fool? She went to high school and college and then…here, so what life has she lived that means she can tell us the right way to live ours? She’s always been in school.
I grit my teeth. Adults never tell you the truth about anything, anyway.
That’s because the true purpose of money is to manipulate others and make them feel lesser than you.“I’m not entirely sure about that,” Emma said. “Only kidding!” said Horace. “It’s to buy clothes, of course.
