Over the years your bodies become walking autobiographies, telling friends and strangers alike of the minor and major stresses of your lives.
There isn?t much better in this life than finding a way to spend a few hours in conversation with people you respect and love. You have to carve this time out of your life because you aren?t really living without it.
Where so many hours have been spent in convincing myself that I am right, is there not some reason to fear I may be wrong?
What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one's self!
Writing gives you the illusion of control, and then you realize it's just an illusion, that people are going to bring their own stuff into it.
Nobody is ever met at the airport when beginning a new adventure. It's just not done.
The truth is always a compound of two half- truths, and you never reach it, because there is always something more to say.