When you bring an idealised relationship down to the level of an ordinary one it isn't necessarily the ordinary one that suffers'.

Give me the comma of imperfect striving, thus to find zest in the immediate living. Ever the reaching but never the gaining, ever the climbing but never the attaining of the mountain top.

For life is a trumpery thing at best, isn't it? A few moments, a few words, between dark and dark. But in true love you keep company with the Gods.

Youth was so mercilessly hard in its decisions; it had its own unyielding standards and had not yet learned enough to know that time would prove them arbitrary.

When you bring an idealised relationship down to the level of an ordinary one it isn't necessarily the ordinary one that suffers'.

All I knew was that I was writing something out of my very guts, and that I was content.

He pronounced some of his words as if they were corks being drawn out of bottles.