You can call it innocence, or you can call it gullibility, but Celia made the most common mistake of the good-hearted: she assumed that everyone else was just like her.

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

Lovers communicate not inside sentences, but between them. Passion lurks within interstice. It is grouting rather than bricks.

Worse, the deadly accuracy of filial faultfinding is facilitated by access, by trust, by willing disclosure, and so constitutes a double betrayal.

For the living, death is thievery.

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

Desire is one of the burning experiences of human life.