Life has never been All or Nothing- it's All and Nothing. Forget the binaries.

Are we all living like this? Two lives, the ideal outer life and the inner imaginative life where we keep our secrets?

You don't get over it because 'it' is the person you loved.

Part fact part fiction is what life is. And it is always a cover story. I wrote my way out.

When it is time to get to work, I go away completely and don't do anything except the work. And that can be 16 hours a day.

The key to happiness ... is tolerance of those who do not do as you do.

I know now, after fifty years, that the finding/losing, forgetting/remembering, leaving/returning, never stops. The whole of life is about another chance, and while we are alive, till the very end, there is always another chance.