I see myself as Rhoda, not Mary Tyler Moore.
Anything that consoles is fake.
Love can't always do work. Sometimes it just has to look into the darkness.
Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.
The bereaved cannot communicate with the unbereaved.
Art is a kind of artificial memory and the pain which attends all serious art is a sense of that factitiousness.