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Of course when I look in the mirror I see what was there 10, 20, 30 years ago. It’s not just vanity, dear: I see through you the same way.

Nostalgia for a Lost Love. At a certain distance the parts of you and her that could never love each other become invisible, which is how you got into that whole mess in the first place.

When we talk it’s not you or me we are getting to know. It may be nothing at all, it may be better than both of us.

That our feelings flicker so obviously in our faces must mean Nature thought it was more important that everyone be able to read them than that individuals be able to hide them. Maybe it tells us, too, that the most dangerous faces are the ones behind which there is no feeling at all.

You have the right to lie when they have no right to ask.

No one blames you for having your dream, just for telling it.

The reader lives faster than life, the writer lives slower.