Come away with me, he said, we will live on a desert island. I said, I am a desert island. It was not what he had in mind. - Margaret Atwood

We thought we had such problems. How were we to know we were happy?

It's impossible to say a thing exactly the way it was, because what you say can never be exact, you always have to leave something out, there are too many parts, sides, crosscurrents, nuances; too many gestures, which could mean this or that, too many shapes which can never be fully described, too many flavors, in the air or on the tongue, half-colors, too many. But if you happen to be a man, sometime in the future, and you've made it this far, please remember: you will never be subject to the temptation or feeling you must forgive, a man, as a women. It's difficult to resist, believe me. But remember that forgiveness too is a power. To beg for it is a power, and to withhold or bestow it is a power, perhaps the greatest.

By telling you anything at all I'm at least believing in you, I believe you're there, I believe you into being.