That is partly why women marry - to keep up the fiction of being in the hub of things.
If you look at life one way, there is always cause for alarm.
I became, and remain, my characters' close and intent watcher: their director, never. Their creator I cannot feel that I was, or am.
The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends.
Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope; it is impossible.
The best that an individual can do is to concentrate on what he or she can do, in the course of a burning effort to do it better.
Nothing can happen nowhere. The locale of the happening always colours the happening, and often, to a degree, shapes it.
Fantasy is toxic: the private cruelty and the world war both have their start in the heated brain.
Meeting people unlike oneself does not enlarge one's outlook; it only confirms one's idea that one is unique.