We donโt even ask happiness, just a little less pain.
Human relationships are strange. I mean, you are with one person a while, eating and sleeping and living with them, loving them, talking to them, going places together, and then it stops.
Joan of Arc had style. Jesus had style.
The human body is mostly blood and mystery and sadness.
Insanity is relative. Who sets the norm?
I wasnโt lonely. I experienced no self-pity. I was just caught up in a life in which I could ๏ฌnd no meaning.