Be scared. You can't help that. But don't be afraid.

She was bored. She loved, had capacity to love, for love, to give and accept love. Only she tried twice and failed twice to find somebody not just strong enough to deserve it, earn it, match it, but even brave enough to accept it.

How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.

You don't dare think whole even to yourself the entirety of a dear hope or wish let alone a desperate one else you yourself have doomed it.

Like a fellow running from or toward a gun ain't got time to worry whether the word for what he is doing is courage or cowardice.

Did you ever have a sister? did you?

It's always the idle habits you acquire which you will regret.