All we can do is go around telling the truth.
It was like she was cheated. Only nobody had cheated her. So there was nobody to take it out on. However, just the same she had that feeling. Cheated.
The closest thing to being cared for is to care for someone else.
His own life seemed so solitary, a fragile column supporting nothing amidst the wreckage of the years.
Resentment is the most precious flower of poverty.
A writer soon discovers he has no single identity but lives the lives of all the people he creates and his weathers are independent of the actual day around him. I live with the people I create and it has always made my essential loneliness less keen.