The hell with "love" anyway, and with every other phony, time-wasting, half-assed emotion in the world.
People did change, and a change could be a bloom as well as a withering.
He had won but he didn't feel like a winner.
Hard work, is the best medicine yet devised for all the ills of man- and of woman.
Never say anything that doesn't improve on silence.
Why did everything always change when all you wanted, all you had ever humbly asked of whatever God there might be, was that certain things be allowed to stay the same?