There's no way to repay a mother's love, or lack of it.
An artist usually has no friends except other artists, and usually they do not like his work.
Love looks forward, hate looks back, anxiety has eyes all over its head.
Few novels or plays could exist without at least one troublemaker in the group, and perhaps life couldn't either.
It upsets women to be, or not to be, stared at hungrily.
One day you are an apprentice, and everybody's pet; the next, you are coldly expected to deliver. There is never sufficient warning that the second day is coming.