In all these years, you never believed I loved you. And I did. I did so much. I did love you. I even loved your hate and your hardness.
I respect those who respect me. Simple as that.
When they stop talking to you, they start talking about you.
Real life doesn’t have many happy endings. Why shouldn’t books make up the difference?
Most of life is so dull it is not worth discussing, and it is dull at all ages. When we change our brand of cigarette, move to a new neighborhood, subscribe to a different newspaper, fall in and out of love, we are protesting in ways both frivolous and deep against the not to be diluted dullness of day-to-day living.
I may be quiet, but I have so much on my mind.
Your mind will take on the character of your most frequent thoughts.