What else is life from the time you were born but a struggle to matter, at least to someone?

I used to be a child. It came naturally to me. I was an adult for a time, too. That came less naturally.

There's the ambiguity of human relationships, for instance. A relationship between two people, just like a sequence of words, is ambiguous if it is open to different interpretations. And if two people do have differing views about their relationship - I don't just mean about its state, I mean about its very nature - then that difference can affect the entire course of their lives.

You would love the way he sees you. He uses you as a weapon against himself and not merely because you did

Perhaps people ought to feel with more imagination.

The peculiar striations that define someone's personality are too numerous to know, no matter how close the observer. A person we think we know can suddenly become someone else when previously hidden strands of his character are called to the fore by circumstance.

What is it about men that make women so lonely?