The intimacy of love absolves us of our guilty separateness.
Well-behaved: he always speaks as if his mother might be listening.
Truth-telling frightens me. Lying confuses me.
The family is on its way out; couples go next; then no more keeping cats or parrots.
Prudence does not save us, but shows us pictures of our destroyers.
The price of telling your troubles is having to listen to advice.