One loves truly only once in a lifetime, Julian, even if one isn’t aware of it.
How often do we tell our own life story? How often do we adjust, embellish, make sly cuts? And the longer life goes on, the fewer are those around to challenge our account, to remind us that our life is not our life, merely the story we have told about our life. Told to others, but—mainly—to ourselves.
Operationally, God is beginning to resemble not a ruler but the last fading smile of a cosmic Cheshire cat.
Books say: She did this because. Life says: She did this. Books are where things are explained to you; life is where things aren't. I'm not surprised some people prefer books.
You said you didn't want to get involved with me,that one of us would get hurt and how you couldn't bear it. Well that just isn't good enough..Look what happens to people just living their lives. They get hurt, it's not fair they get hurt but they do, all the time, no matter how careful they are. Somebody can just just come along and hurt them, for no stupid reason..
It's the gloomy things that need our help, if everything in the garden is sunny, why meddle?
War makes early risers of us all.
I don't want my own son to die, but this is a war and we must be in it together. High and low. Rich and poor. There can be no special cases because every man at the front is a special case to someone.
Any bride who doesn't suck up to their husband's mother is a fool.
You never know people, do you? You can work with 'em for twenty years; you don't know 'em at all.