The closest thing to being cared for is to care for someone else.

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.

I´m a stranger in a strange land.

How can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind?

Sunday afternoons are the longest afternoons of all.

The people dreamed and fought and slept as much as ever. And by habit they shortened their thoughts so that they would not wander out into the darkness beyond tomorrow.

I live with the people I create and it has always made my essential loneliness less keen.