It didn't pay to trust another human being. Humans didn't have it, whatever it took.

I guess for me Hemingway is a lot like it is for others: he goes down well when we are young.

how can you be true and kind at the same time? how?

I wasn’t going anywhere and neither was the rest of the world. We were all just hanging around waiting to die and meanwhile doing little things to fill the space. Some of use weren’t even doing little things. We were vegetables.

There is nothing that teaches you more than regrouping after failure and moving on.

and love was lightning and remembrance

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.