I'm all alone, but I'm not lonely.

They sat on a park bench, held hands, and told each other their stories hour after hour. They were not lonely anymore. They had found and been found by their 100% perfect other. What a wonderful thing it is to find and be found by your 100% perfect other. It's a miracle, a cosmic miracle.

It's just a feeling I have. What you see with your eyes is not necessarily real. My enemy is, among other things, the me inside me.

The facts and techniques or whatever they teach you in class isn't going to be veryuseful in the real world, that's for sure.

That's how people live in the real world: forcing stuff on each other.

my heart would swell without warning, and tremble, and lurch with a stab of pain. I would try clamping my eyes shut and gritting my teeth, and waiting for it to pass. And it would pass -- but slowly, taking its own time, and leaving a dull ache behind.

I'm a writer, not a professional runner. It's fun and it helps me write. I need powerful concentration.