If there were nothing else, reading would--obviously--be worth living for.

A bugler sounded the Last Post. Heartbreak made audible.

Do the thing that's less passive. Do the active thing. There's more of the human in that.

Lovers are allowed to be as cruel as anything to the one who dissappoints them.

...friendship is something you do.

Did anyone ever hear of an intelligent fantasy?

Let me just say that I am not often lonely in country places. In cities I am, like the writers of the letters. Nature doesn't break your heart: other people do. Yet, we cannot live apart from each other in bowers feeding on nectar. We're in this together, this getting through our lives, as the fact that we are word-users shows.