Writing Has Freed Me From The Despair

You Have No Idea How Promising The World Begins To Look Once You Have Decided To Have It All For Yourself. And How Much Healthier Your Decisions Are Once They Become Entirely Selfish.

You Can Never Betray The People Who Are Dead.

Writing Has Freed Me From The Despair Of Living.

I Am Not A Romantic. I Am A Domestic Animal. I Do Not Sigh And Yearn For Extravagant Displays Of Passion, For The Grand Affair, The World Well Lost For Love. I Know All That, And Know That It Leaves You Lonely. No, What I Crave Is The Simplicity Of Routine. An Evening Walk, Arm In Arm, In Fine Weather. A Game Of Cards. Time For Idle Talk. Preparing A Meal Together.

Accountability In Friendship Is The Equivalent Of Love Without Strategy.