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Hough silence must add intensity to your intimate moments, it must also shrivel your soul to lie beside someone who doesn't talk to you.
What makes a woman into a doormat? What makes her see some quite ordinary other person as a looming Goliath? And are not these relationships such an outrage to reality that they cannot last a lifetime?
Permanence, I once copied down from a magazine, is what we all want when we can love and can be loved; change is what we want when we cannot.
My life burned inside me. Even such as it was, it was the only record of me, and it was my only creation, and something in me would not accept that it was insignificant.
When I stay with the couple who are my closest friends, I hear them laughing and talking in bed, and sometimes in the middle of the night one of them goes down and makes tea, and when the clock goes off in the morning, they start again, talking to each other.
They're fathers second, Jimmy said. They're men first.
Did anyone ever hear of an intelligent fantasy?
Time is the third party to every relationship.
Let me just say that I am not often lonely in country places. In cities I am, like the writers of the letters. Nature doesn't break your heart: other people do. Yet, we cannot live apart from each other in bowers feeding on nectar. We're in this together, this getting through our lives, as the fact that we are word-users shows.
In any case, I would prefer to read something I don't enjoy than do almost anything else. I like the act of reading itself. Following the line of something - not just the story but the rhythm, the tone, the feel of what has accumulated from before and what is beginning to impend ...
If there were nothing else, reading would
obviously
be worth living for.
The wait is long, my dream of you does not end.
Though it seemed trivial, now, to describe a place as if what is was, was what I could see of it.
I did believe, from my experience of life and of looking at the world, that men hated women.
A bugler sounded the Last Post. Heartbreak made audible.
When I was young, I learned to feel for the harshness under every soft appearance.
