If you escape from people too often,, you wind up escaping from yourself.
The more I lived with Jan, the more I loved her, the more I made her miserable. It was a vicious cycle (page 209)โฆโฆThe more I loved her the more I hated her. And the more she loved me, the more I harmed myself (page 269).
What about this overcrowded land/How much more abuse from man can she stand?
Don't you know how sweet and wonderful life can be?
Love your mother, she bore you. Love your father, he works for you.
For me, love carries the seeds of its own destruction.