The rest is just slow diminution and loss. A waning of the full and effulgent moon of my youth. Not that the bright light of my youth was anything to be proud of. I was a terrible person. I did unkind and sometimes illegal things. I treated women abominably. The remembrance of it causes me to flush with shame and to feel a tightening in my groin. It was a radiance without warmth, and I thought of nothing but myself in the brightness of the light. Now I try never to think of myself. I try not to think at all, not to dwell, but, sometimes, late at night, it all comes back to me, and I lose myself in the life that might have been, the wife of twenty years, her comforts and distractions. The fractious children, raucous at the holidays, with their tattoos you asked them not to get and their lacrosse sticks they play with in the house, stringing and restringing them, the trips to Paris to stay at the Lutetia. Photograph albums of a life that never quite came to be. It doesn’t last long when it comes, but it is vivid, and I am there, not here, not here where I belong. When you lose everything, you don’t die. You just continue in ordinary pants with nothing in your pockets. Robert Goolrick
There are people who have money and people who are rich.
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Coco Chanel
Remembrance of things past is just for the rich. For the poor it only marks the faint traces on the path to death.
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Albert Camus
The only thing I like about rich people is their money.
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Anonymous
Rich men have dreams. Poor men die to make them come true.
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Glen Cook
I am here not to save money but to make more of it to empower the people and make the world a better place.
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Saminu Kanti
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