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.