I finished the thing; but I think I sprained my soul. - Katherine Anne Porter

I shall try to tell the truth, but the result will be fiction.

The thought of him was a smoky cloud from hell that moved and crept in her head.

"Don't you love being alive?" asked Miranda. "Don't you love weather and the colors at different times of the day, and all the sounds and noises like children screaming in the next lot, and automobile horns and little bands playing in the street and the smell of food cooking?"
"I love to swim, too." said Adam.
"So do I," said Miranda, "we never did swim together."