He never wanted to be away from her. She had the spark of life.

The story fails but your faith in the importance of doing the story doesn't fail.

Who can ever say the perfect thing to the poet about his poetry?

I read a book called The Art of Loving. A lot of things seemed clear while I was reading it but afterwards I went back to being more or less the same.

Things have changed, ofcourse. There are counsellors at the ready. Kindness and understanding. Life is harder for some, we're told. Not their fault, even if the blows are purely imgainery. Felt just as keenly by the recipient, or the non recipient, as the case may be. But good use can be made of everything, if you are willing.

One stroke of lightning does not have to lead anywhere, but to the next stroke of lightning.

You cannot let your parents anywhere near your real humiliations.