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.

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.

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