What goes unnamed remains hard to correct.
Cross a man and you struggle, one of you wins, you adjust and go on - or you lie there dead. Cross a woman and the universe is changed, once again, for cold anger requires an eternal vigilance in all matters of slight and offense
There were people everywhere but no one was mine, and I was no one's.
Little critters fried like fritters come out crunchy and divine.
Children are wickeder than adults, they have no sense of restraint.
He had thought love as a policy made a lot of sense for those who could manage it, and anyone who could manage it belonged in religious life. The rest of us have to struggle with more ordinary love, the common or garden variety: love as a crippling condition. Love as a syndrome.