When Mother died I was both freed and abandoned, as are we all at this profound juncture in our lives.
Divorce: fission after fusion.
I love literature, the English language and storytelling. I also have thirty horses and seventy foxhounds to feed.
Lead me not into temptation; I can find the way myself.
The only people are those who don't love anybody.
I have always been suspicious of romantic love. It looks too much like a narcissism shared by two.