... to be "literary" appeared to my deluded innocence as an unending romance.
He knows so little and knows it so fluently.
women love with their imagination and men with their senses.
After all, you can't expect men not to judge by appearances.
In the past few years, I have made a thrilling discovery ... that until one is over sixty, one can never really learn the secret of living. One can then begin to live, not simply with the intense part of oneself, but with one's entire being.
But there is, I have learned, no permanent escape from the past. It may be an unrecognized law of our nature that we should be drawn back, inevitably, to the place where we have suffered most.