I do not remember joy or sorrow in childhood, but listening for clues.

To avoid taking responsibility, I become unresponsive but hang on until the other person leaves me.

While there's life, there's fear.

I dream of vague shapes that hint of my heart's desire.

We are more tied to our faults than to our virtues.

Few friendships could survive the moodiness of love affairs.

Living alone is good for privacy, bad for full-scale cooking and moving heavy furniture.