I know the mistake I am making. I see the exits in life.

fear is a dreadful drawback because it stops us living in the moment.

It was the first time that I came face to face with madness and feared it and was fascinated by it.

August is a wicked month.

What we forgot as children is that our parents are children, also. The child in them has not been satisfied or met or loved, often.

Love . . . is like nature, but in reverse; first it fruits, then it flowers, then it seems to wither, then it goes deep, deep down into its burrow, where no one sees it, where it is lost from sight, and ultimately people die with that secret buried inside their souls.

We hide the truer part of ourselves when we love.