Mature love is loving, not being loved.
Does a being who requires meaning find meaning in a universe that has no meaning?
I think my quarry is illusion. I war against magic. I believe that, though illusion often cheers and comforts, it ultimately and invariably weakens and constricts the spirit.
... sooner or later she had to give up the hope for a better past.
The pain is there; when you close one door on it, it knocks to come in somewhere else.
Marriage and its entourage of possession and jealousy enslave the spirit.