But I found that the longer you teach, the more you feel like a total stranger to yourself
Her pupils have taken on a lonely hue, like grey clouds reflected in a calm lake.
There has to be pain. That's the rule.
I think most people live in fiction...That's how you keep your fragile body intact.
All right, then, I thought: here I am in the bottom of a well.
We're all kind of weird and twisted and drowning.