This was long before the term 'single-parent family' came into use; back then it was a 'broken home'.

But life never lets you go, does it? You can't put down life the way you put down a book.

Perhaps love is essential because it's unnecessary.

Do we tend to recall the most important parts of a novel or those that speak most directly to us, the truest lines or the flashiest ones?

And if you had no tongue, no celebrating language, you’d do this: cross your hands at the wrist with palms facing towards you; place your crossed wrists over your heart (the middle of your chest, anyway); then move your hands outwards a short distance, and open them towards the object of your love. It’s just as eloquent as speech.

Well, they each seem to do one thing well enough, but fail to realize that literature depends on doing several things well at the same time.

Do not imagine that Art is something which is designed to give gentle uplift and self-confidence . Art is not a brassiere. At least, not in the English sense. But do not forget that brassiere is the French word for life-jacket.