It was an unspoken pleasure, that having come together so many years, ruined so much and repaired a little, we had endured.
Callous greed grows pious very fast.
Nobody outside of a baby carriage or a judge's chamber believes in an unprejudiced point of view.
Writers talk too much.
Truth made you a traitor as it often does in a time of scoundrels.
Lonely. I always thought loneliness meant alone, without people. It means something else.