...morbidly, attracted him to strangeness, to recklessnesss, even unhappiness.
Would you like a whiskey?' I say. 'I've got some.' (That's original. I bet nobody's ever thought of that way of bridging the gap before.)
Something came out from my heart into my throat and then into my eyes.
Cold - cold as truth, cold as life. No, nothing can be as cold as life.
Human beings are struggling, and so they are egoists. But it's wrong to say that they are wholy cruel - it's a deformed view.
I found when I was a child that if I put the hurt into words, it would go.