What Sustains Me Is To Be With

How Could They Say That They Truly Loved Each Other? They Had Simply Grown Up Together, Been Children Together, And The Proximity Of It, The Closeness Of It, Had Produced In Them Love S Illusion. And Yet - On The Other Hand - What Was Love If It Wasn't This Instinct She Felt.

The Status Quo Was Rote Memorization And Recitation In Classrooms Thronged With Passive Children Who Were Sternly Disciplined When They Expressed Individual Needs.

Writing Became An Obsessive Compulsive Habit But I Had Almost No Money So I Thought About Being An Urban Firefighter And Having Lots Of Free Time In Which To Write Or Becoming An English Teacher And Thinking About Books And Writers On A Daily Basis. That Swayed Me.

I Know You'll Think This Is Crazy, But All I Want To Do Is Hold You, And I Think That If You'll Let Me Do That Just For A Few Seconds, I Can Walk Away, And Never Speak To You Again.

To Deny That There Was This Dark Side Of Life Would Be Like Pretending That The Cold Of Winter Was Somehow Only A Temporary Illusion, A Way Station On The Way To The Higher "reality" Of Long, Warm, Pleasant Summers. But Summer, It Turned Out, Was No More Real Than The Snow That Melted In Wintertime.