How do you keep safe when your whole day is as wide and empty as the sky?
It’s a very difficult era in which to be a person, just a real, actual person, instead of a collection of personality traits selected from an endless Automat of characters.
Friends see most of each other’s flaws. Spouses see every awful last bit.
I don't understand the point of being together if you're not the happiest.
I'm all for whatever transitions the book properly to a movie.
What an indulgence it would be, to just blow off my head, all my mean spirits disappearing with a gun blast, like blowing a seedy dandelion apart.