Mortified At The Speed With Which Intimacy

An Adaptation Leads The Cinema-goer To The Original To Find Out What They're Missing And If They Already Know The Book, It Can Still Illuminate A Theme, A Character, An Idea.

I Contemplate The Idea That Maybe I'm An Alcoholic. I Get This Occassionally, The Need To Define Myself As Something-or-the-other, And At Various Times In My Life Have Wondered If I'm A Goth, A Homosexul, A Jew, A Catholic Or A Manic Depressive, Whether I Am Adopted, Or Have A Hole In My Heart, Or Possess The Ability To Move Objects With The Power Of My Mind, And Have Always, Most Regretfully, Come To The Conclusion That I'm None Of The Above. The Fact Is I'm Actually Not Anything.

Happyish. Well, Happyish Isn't So Bad.' 'it's The Most We Can Hope For.

Why Can’t You Just Love Me? Why Can’t You Just Be In Love With Me?

She Wondered If She Was Doomed To Be One Of Those People Who Spend Their Lives Trying Things.