I never believe much in happiness. I never believe in misery either. Those are things you see on the stage or the screen or the printed page, they never really happen to you in life.
I love a ballad in print o' life, for then we are sure they are true.
and our few good times will be rare because we have the critical sense and are not easy to fool with laughter
Platonic love is platonic nonsense.
Someone who knew me well once accused me of being unromantic. And that's probably true: I don't trust romance.
I have an instinctual distrust of conventional happy endings.
I don't trust happiness. I turn it over as if it were a glass at a flea market or a rug at a souk, looking for chipped rims or loose threads.
What good were real feelings anyway?
