Once you have lived with another, it is a great torture to have to live alone.
She stood in front of the mirror a long time, and finally decided she either looked like a sap or else she looked very beautiful. One or the other.
The Heart is a Lonely Hunter.
All we can do is go around telling the truth.
Writing, for me, is a search for God.
And the curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being loved is intolerable to many.