That’s one of the reasons I never wanted to get married. The last thing I wanted was infinite security and to be the place an arrow shoots off from. I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.

I couldn’t see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.

You are a dream; I hope I never meet you.

I started adding up all the things I couldn't do.

Death may whiten in sun or out of it.

You smile. No, it is not fatal.

I may never be happy, but tonight I am content.