The suffering of a loved one was in many ways worse than one's one suffering because it left one feeling so very helpless.

I am not sure what lonliness is," she said. "If it is not literally being solitary, is it the fear of solitude, of being alone with oneself? I feel no such fear. I like being alone." "What do you fear then?" he asked her. She glanced briefly at him and smiled, a fragile expression that spoke for itself even before she found words. "Never finding myself again.

If you have always suspected your sister of an inclination to madness, it will be my pleasure to confirm your worst fears.

It was so much more comfortable to be able to divide people into heroes and villains and expect them to play their allotted part.

And of course the word love has many shades of meaning, as do many, many of the words in our living, breathing language

Why do I want to run from happiness?

Suddenly, and for the first time, he was at the center of his own life, living it and loving it.