What good were real feelings anyway?

Did I do and say these things? Yes, I did. Are there any mitigating circumstances? Not really, unless any circumstances {in other words, context) can be regarded as mitigating. And before you judge, although you have probably already done so, go away and write down the four worst things you have done to a partner, even if - especially if - your partner doesn't know about them. Don't dress things up, or try to explain them; just write them down, in a list, in the plainest language possible. Finished? Ok, so who's the arsehole now?

Telling me I can do anything I want is like pulling the plug out of the bath and then telling the water it can go anywhere it wants. Try it, and see what happens.

I'm simply pointing out that what happens to us isn't the whole story. That I continue to exist even when we're not together.

Women who disapprove of men - and there's plenty to disapprove of - should remember how we started out, and how far we had to travel.

Love and charity share the same root word (caritas). How is that possible, when everything in our recent history suggest they cannot coexist, that they are antiethical, that if you put the two of them together in a sack they would bite and scratch and scream, until one of them is torn apart?

The truth about life was that nothing ever ended until you died, and even then you just left a whole bunch of unresolved narratives behind you.