Between a high, solid wall and an egg that breaks against it, I will always stand on the side of the egg.

“Had I done the right thing by not telling her? Maybe not. Who on earth wanted t…”

“There was something odd for him about not feeling lonely. The very fact that he…”

“Not that we were incompatible: we just had nothing to talk about.”

“Those five fingers and that palm were like a display case crammed full of every…”