My mother was dead for five years before I knew that I had loved her very much.
Cynicism is an unpleasant way of saying the truth.
Drinking makes uninteresting people matter less and late at night, matter not at all.
What a word is truth. Slippery, tricky, unreliable. I tried in these books to tell the truth.
Maybe money is unreal for most of us, easier to give away than things we want.
Fashions in sin change.