When two people meet, each one is changed by the other so you’ve got two new people. Maybe that means — hell, it’s complicated.
What a frightening thing is the human, a mass of gauges and dials and registers, and we can read only a few and those perhaps not accurately.
The misery stayed, not thought about but aching away, and sometimes I would have to ask myself, Why do I ache? Men can get used to anything, but it takes time.
Strength and success — they are above morality, above criticism. It seems, then, that it is not what you do, but how you do it and what you call it.
Sometimes it’s great fun to be silly, like children playing statues and dying of laughter. And sometimes being silly breaks the even pace and lets you get a new start.