sex is like sandwiches, there has to be something in between.
Trauma reflected upon in tranquility can produce morally stunning insights - literary light! It can also produce maudlin rubbish.
We do what we can. The results are none of our business.
like any Irish mother, I am scar tissue to the bone.
I'm accused of cleverness as if it were a sin. She is merely clever, they say.
History repeats herself.