Nell was not one for friends and had never hidden her distaste for most other humans, their neurotic compulsion for the acquisition of allies.
In retrospect, it seems like everything in my life led to me becoming a writer. I just didn't realise it at the time.
So much in life came down to timing.
Better to lose oneself in action than to wither in despair.
When reason sleeps, the monsters of repression will emerge.
I'm good with words, but not the spoken kind; I've often thought what a marvelous thing it would be if I could only conduct relationships on paper.