The vocation of each writer is to describe the world as he or she sees it; anything more than that is advertising.
How disturbing it is that our illusions are often our most important beliefs.
Soon we will be strangers. No, we can never be that. Hurting someone is an act of reluctant intimacy. We will be dangerous acquaintances with a history.
Security and safety were the reward of dullness.
You don't stop loving someone just because you hate them.
Falling in love was simple; one had only to yield. Digesting another person, however, and sustaining love, was bloody work, and not a soft job.