How hard it is to have the beautiful interdependence of marriage and yet be strong in oneself alone.

It's sexy and beautiful to be strong.

If one is out of touch with oneself, then one cannot touch others.

When one is a stranger to oneself then one is estranged from others too.

Marriage is tough, because it is woven of all these various elements, the weak and the strong. "In love-ness" is fragile for it is woven only with the gossamer threads of beauty. It seems to me absurd to talk about "happy" and "unhappy" marriages.

What a commentary on civilization, when being alone is being suspect; when one has to apologize for it, make excuses, hide the fact that one practices it - like a secret vice