I Am Shy By Nature, A Person

I've Always Been Drawn To Solitude, Felt A Kind Of Luxurious Relief In Its Self-generated Pace And Rhythms.

Something Is Missing: That's As Close As I Can Come To Naming The Sensation, An Awareness Of Missed Or Thwarted Connections, Or Of A Great Hollowness Left Where Something Lovely And Solid Used To Be. ...there Is Something Fundamentally Insatiable About Being Human, As Though We Come Into The World With A Kind Of Built-in Tension Between The Experience Of Being Hungry, Which Is A Condition Of Striving And Yearning, And The Experience Of Being Fed, Which May Offer Temporary Satisfaction But Always Gives Way To New Strivings, New Yearnings.

When You Love Somebody, Or Something, Its Amazing How Willing You Are To Overlook The Flaws.

The Key, I Suppose, Has Less To Do With Insight Than With Willingness, The Former Being Relatively Useless Without The Latter.

Dogs Have Such Short Life Spans, It's Like A Concentrated Version Of A Human Life. When They Get Older, They Become Much More Like Our Mothers. They Wait For Us, Watch Out For Us, Are Completely Fascinated By Everything We Do.