Disappointment tears the bearable film off life.

Also, perhaps children are sterner than grown-up people in their refusal to suffer, in their refusal, even, to feel at all.

Good-byes breed a sort of distaste for whomever you say good-bye to; this hurts, you feel, this must not happen again.

For people who live on expectations, to face up to their realization is something of an ordeal.

Exhibitionism and a nervous wish for concealment, for anonymity, thus battle inside the buyer of any piece of clothing.

... any fictionis bound to be transposed autobiography.

Don't you understand that all language is dead currency? How they keep on playing shop with it all the same.