Richard Yates

He couldn’t even tell whether he was angry or contrite, whether it was forgiveness he wanted or the power to forgive.

He couldn’t even tell whether he was angry or contrite, whether it was forgiveness he wanted or the power to forgive.

– Richard Yates –

Revolutionary Road

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