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.

And silence, like darkness, can be kind; it, too, is a language.

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.

Our lives can only be lived forward and understood backwards. Living a life and understanding it occupy different dimensions.

Children, who have yet to learn our ways, are notoriously promiscuous in their affection. They’ll sit on anyone’s knee.

My guess is that she is uncomfortable in such an intransigent world but is unable to live accordingly to her own desire.

I am determined to live without illusions. I want to look at reality straight. Without hiding.