When our emotions are engaged$$$ we often have trouble seeing things as they are.
If you live in a place for long you cease to read about it.
She mixes religion with desertion to make it sound noble.
Innocence is like a dumb leper who has lost his bell$$$ wandering the world$$$ meaning no harm.
Every monologue sooner or later becomes a discussion.
Insecurity twists meanings and poisons trust. In a closely beleaguered city every sentry is a potential traitor.
To comfort me is like the wrong memory at the wrong place or time: if one is lonely one prefers discomfort.
He was impregnably armored by his good intentions and his ignorance.
A man kept his character even when he was insane.
My passion for Sarah had killed simple lust forever. Never again would I be able to enjoy a woman without love.