It isn't very nice to admit, but domestic violence has its uses. So raw and unleashed, it tears away the veil of civilization that comes between us as much as it makes life possible. A poor substitute for the sort of passion we like to extol perhaps, but real love shares more in common with hatred and rage than it does with geniality or politeness.

Secrets bind and separate in strict accordance with who's in them .

In a country that doesn't discriminate between fame and infamy, the latter presents itself as plainly more achievable.

However gnawing a deficiency, satiety is worse... We are meant to be hungry.

Though surely to avoid attachments for fear of loss is to avoid life.

There is one province in which, sooner or later, virtually everyone gets dealt a leading role--hero, heroine, or villain.... Unlike the slight implications of quotidian dilemmas that confront the average citizen in other areas of life ... the stakes in this realm could not be higher. For chances are that at some point along the line you will hold in your hands another person's heart. There is no greater responsibility on the planet. However you contend with this fragile organ, which pounds or seizes in accordance with your caprice, will take your full measure.

Got nothing to do with trying. You like someone, or you don't. If you're 'trying', you don't.