Pain Is Not Love. Love Flowers; Love

Court, In Our Society, Is Often The Last Resort Of Stubbornness.

In A Bad Marriage, Friends Are The Invisible Glue. If We Have Enough Friends, We May Go On For Years, Intending To Leave, Talking About Leaving -instead Of Actually Getting Up And Leaving.

Certain Very Old People Reach An Age Where Every Funeral Becomes Some Sort Of Insane Confirmation Of Strength, Rather Than Of Vulnerability, As It Is When We Are In Our Thirties Or Forties And Our Friends Die.

And What If I Don't Want Forgiveness?

Courage Is The Only Magic Worth Having.