Guilt is often an excuse for not thinking.
What a word is truth. Slippery, tricky, unreliable. I tried in these books to tell the truth.
People change and forget to tell each other.
I wanted to see what was there for me once, what is there for me now.
Decisions, particularly important ones, have always made me sleepy, perhaps because I know that I will have to make them by instinct, and thinking things out is only what other people tell me I should do.
Lonely people, in talking to each other can make each other lonelier.