She could see that to lose a sibling was hard: it could only seem unnatural:out of time, out of order, a vicious re-run of your own departure into nothingness.
Because one cause is bad does not make the opposing cause good.
I am not cynical. I am just old. I know what is going to happen next.
one learns best, and writes best, in a state of defiance.
Beauty is the first present nature gives to women and the first it takes away.
No one seemed able to look at themselves, coolly, from the outside. Their reality was all that could be seen in the light cast ahead by their own wishful thinking.