The writer must hew the phantom rock.

I was like a cat always climbing the wrong tree.

Don't you loathe it when doctors use the word 'we' when it applies only and solely to yourself?

People, unless they are nilly-willy or very sick, cannot be taken into the hands and be changed overnight into somthing more worth-while and profitable.

And the curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being loved is intolerable to many.

I am not meant to be alone and without you who understands.

Her face felt like it was scattered in pieces and she could not keep it straight. The feeling was a whole lot worse than being hungry for any dinner, yet it was like that. I want--I want--I want--was all that she could think about--but just what this real want was she did no know.