There are worse words than cuss-words, there are words that hurt.
She would not exchange her solitude for anything. Never again to be forced to move to the rhythms of others.
Better immersion than to live untouched.
And when is there time to remember, to sift, to weigh, to estimate, to total?
It's hard for me to talk about the terrible things that have happened in my lifetime because they didn't need to be.
Lighting does occasionally strike and occasional the result isn't a corpse.