No blame should attach to telling the truth. But it does, it does.
It will be a pity if women in the more conventional mould are to be phased out, for there will never be anyone to go home to.
Time misspent in youth is sometimes all the freedom one ever has.
And without understanding, could each properly love the other?
That sun, that light had faded, and she had faded with them. Now she was as grey as the season itself.
Great writers are the saints for the godless.