Bookish people, who are often maladroit people, persist in thinking they can master any subtlety so long as it's been shaped into acceptable expository prose.
These are frightening times...when she feels herself annointed by loneliness.
This is why I read novels: so I can escape my own unrelenting monologue.
The silence is perfect, and yet a torment.
In a long and healthy life, which is what most of us have, there is plenty of time.
It's hard work being a person, you have to do it every single day.