Silence is the bluntest of blunt instruments.

I think I've become more cynical about sex. Meaning, I don't think sex in and of itself leads to an epiphany.

Coupling doesn't always have to do with sex ... Two people holding each other up like flying buttresses. Two people depending on each other and babying each other and defending each other against the world outside. Sometimes it was worth all the disadvantages of marriage just to have that: one friend in an indifferent world.

Keeping a journal implies hope.

At times it is strangely sedative to know the extent of your own powerlessness.

The future is merely a shadow which blocks out the joys of the present and emphasizes the miseries of the past.

Betrayal betrays the betrayer.