My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you.
Aloneness and selfness are too important to betray for company.
I am afraid. I am not solid, but hollow. I feel behind my eyes a numb, paralyzed cavern, a pit of hell, a mimicking nothingness.
The sun gives you ulcers, the wind gives you T.B. Once you were beautiful.
Only I wasn't steering anything, not even myself.
What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security,โ and, โWhat a man is is an arrow into the future and a what a woman is is the place the arrow shoots off from.