You become writer by writing. It is a yoga.
This is my child. I planted it. I saw it grow. I loved it. Don't cut it down.
Friendship was another illusion like love, though it did not reach the same mad heights. People pretended that they were friends, when the fact was they were brought together by force of circumstances.
Life is about making right things and going on.
We always question the bonafides of the man who tells us unpleasant facts.
Death and its associates, after the initial shock, produce callousness.