The mark of the procedure. A real one. Lu is cured.
So when I say that I am a refugee, you must understand that there is no refuge.
I know that the hopes of this whole human world can fit inside one soul.
The reason why I love people, and writing about them, is because they don't always respond with hate and anger. If they did I wouldn't have a story to tell. Who wants to know about someone who was brutalised and became brutal? I'm interested in the exceptions.
I am a woman built upon the wreckage of myself.
At this point in time the war [ WWII] is close enough to still feel hotly personal to a writer, yet far enough away so that jingoism and heroics are no longer required.
This is the forked tongue of grief again. It whispers in one ear: return to what you once loved best, and in the other ear it whispers, move on.
Everyone said, 'You can't lose money in real estate, because they're not making any more of it. ' Hmmmm. Where did everyone go wrong?
In the meanest are all the materials of manhood, only they are not rightly disposed.
There is no wilderness. There is only our inability to fill the emptiness in which we live.
The difficulty for me is that I'm interested in so many different things. I could never really imagine myself doing one thing, and I'm pretty sure that I'll end up doing four or five different things.