In The Sea Of Grief,

It Occurred To Her Suddenly, Sharply, That She Wanted To Be In Love... She Wanted Not To Feel So Damned Alone In The World.

Alice Started To Cry. It Came With No Sound, No Shuddering, No Childlike Hysterics, Just A Soul-deep Release That Turned Into Moisture And Dripped Down Her Puffy Pink Cheeks. She Touched Her Tears, Frowning. Then She Looked Up At Julia And Whimpered Two Words Before She Fell Asleep. ‘real Hurts.’

I Guess No One Stays Friends For More Than Thirty Years Without Broken Hearts Along The Way.

The Measure Of A Society Is Its Compassion.

I Always Thought It Was What I Wanted: To Be Loved And Admired. Now I Think Perhaps I'd Like To Be Known.