What makes loneliness an anguish is not that I have no one to share my burden, but this: I have only my own burden to bear.
There's nothing better than good sex. But bad sex? A peanut butter and jelly sandwich is better than bad sex.
My grandmother had six kids - one died as an infant - and she was dirt-poor, and all her kids got an education. And my mom grew up poor. And they both worked so hard and cultivated so much of their own happiness. I wanted to have that like an amulet. Not like armor, but like a magic feather. Like Du