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.

A woman must be nursed into subsistence by love, where a man can become stronger by being hated." - from 'Cows in Art Class

as a child i suppose i was not quite normal. my happiest times were when i was left alone in the house on a saturday.

To experience real agony is something hard to write about, impossible to understand while it grips you; you're frightened out of your wits, can’t sit still, move, or even go decently insane.

For each Joan of Arc there is a Hitler perched at the other end of the teeter-totter.

They, all of them, seemed to put literary form in front of the actuality and living of life itself.

Real loneliness is not necessarily limited to when you are alone.