"I long so much to make beautiful things. But beautiful things require effort—and disappointment and perseverance."
"She dropped me at my car and left for the airport. After a brief moment of flirting through the car windows she turned to the highway and was gone. I was immediately struck. She was someone to hold hands with, to kiss, to make eyes at. She was not filling in for someone in particular, necessarily, but she was a target for my affection. Affection which I desire to give out, and which she reciprocated. I had forgotten my loneliness for a week."