It is not a bad idea to get in the habit of writing down one's thoughts. It saves one having to bother anyone else with them.

We want to destroy each other by making the other fall in love with us.

In two novels written forty years apart, a man and a woman tell stories of their love. . . . Taken together they provide an unusually touching story of young love unable to prevail against an opposition whose strength was tragically buttressed by the uncertainties of a cultural divide.