It always helps me connect with characters, to think about what music they respond to
He will think Lochan wasn't loved, but he was, more deeply than most people are in a lifetime.
The sight of such aching beauty would infuse his soul with pain.
And I know how he feels–it’s so good it hurts.
Being together, we harm nobody; being apart, we extinguish ourselves.
Any guy, even imaginary, would just feel like second best. Second best to what? I don't even have an image of the perfect boyfriend. I just know he must exist. Because I have all these feelings-love, longing, wanting to be touched, dreaming of being kissed-yet no one to focus them on.
How-how can we make it against the whole world?
The abstract intelligence produces a fatigue that's the worst of all fatigues. It doesn't weigh on us like bodily fatigue, nor disconcert like the fatigue of emotional experience. It's the weight of our consciousness of the world, a shortness of breath in our soul.
Rocky would definitely run for councilman. Maybe mayor. But these people are actually most effective in the family unit. That's where they shine.
Memory is the greatest of artists, and effaces from your mind what is unnecessary.
Man must get his thoughts, words and actions out of this vast moral jungle. We are not predators. We are, hopefully, more than instinctive killers and selfish brutes. Why take such a dim view of our potentialities and capabilities?