sometimes I hate you," she said.

all that I know is that I believe in the sound of music and the running of a horse. all else is squabble.

eleven months. now she's gone gone as they go.

it seemed to me that I had never met another person on earth as discouraging to my happiness as my father. and it appeared that I had the same effect upon him.

Something that never happens anywhere at any time.

The male, for all his bravado and exploration, is the loyal one, the one who generally feels love. The female is skilled at betrayal and torture and damnation.

Why did I come here? I thought. Why is it always only a matter of choosing between something bad and something worse?