With some people there is such a thing as the habit of betrayal.
All humans are frightened of their own solitude. But only in solitude can we learn to know ourselves, learn to handle our own eternal aloneness.
A family is a burial mound of its own doings and sayings.
Goldfish are flowers ... flowers that move.
Moralists have no place in an art gallery.
People never think about words, they only feel them.