He had long nostril hairs, powerfully intimidating, like an unscheduled nightmare.

Do some living and get yourself a typewriter.

love be damned now as love was damned when it first arrived.

Of course, there would always be arguments. That is the nature of Woman. They like the mutual exchange of dirty laundry, a bit of screaming, a bit of dramatics. Then an exchange of vows.

I take much pleasure in being alone but there is also a strange warm grace in not being alone.

Insanity is relative. Who sets the norm?

I've never been lonely. I've been in a room... I've felt suicidal, I've been depressed. I've felt awful ... awful beyond all , but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me...or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I've never been bothered with because I've always had this terrible itch for solitude.