Nothing could have survived our life.

Love is bitter and all there is, and that the rest is for the emotional beggars of the earth.

Why do we spend years using up our bodies to nurture our minds with experience and find our minds turning then to our exhausted bodies for solace?

And, Joey, if you ever want to know about the japonicas and the daisy fields it will be alright that you have forgotten because I will be able to tell you about how it felt to be feeling that way you cannot quite remember – that will be for the time when something happens years from now that reminds you of now.

Father said conflict develops the character

I love you, even if there isn’t any me, or any love, or even any life. I love you.

It's terrible to allow conventional habits to gain a hold on a whole household; to eat, sleep and live by clock ticks.