My father was often angry when I was most like him.

You can't recover from what you do not understand.

Guilt is often an excuse for not thinking.

Maybe money is unreal for most of us, easier to give away than things we want.

If you are willing to take the punishment, you're halfway through the battle. That the issues may be trivial, the battle ugly, is another point.

I'm too old to recover, too narrow to forgive myself.

Lonely. I always thought loneliness meant alone, without people. It means something else.