They made small effort to cover their raw souls with the mantle of commonplace words.

As I grow older, I think friendship between women is a thing to cherish.

Seems nothing draws men together like killing other men.

We all go through the same things - it's all just a different kind of the same thing.

But mayn't desertion be a brave thing? A fine thing? To desert a thing we've gone beyond - to have the courage to desert it and walk right off from the dead thing to the live thing - ?

I can't think of any sorrow in the world that a hot bath wouldn't help, just a little bit.

Even though you've given up a past it hasn't given you up. It comes uninvited - and sometimes half welcome.