Reading this from 'The Bridges of Madison County', stabbed my heart, and stabbed it deep:
'In an increasingly callous world, we all exist with our own carapaces of scabbed-over sensibilities'. What profound, piercing and soul-churning words...
Point is, we build our own shells, we scoff at genuine feelings, and so are denied access to, as Robert James Waller says, 'the realm of gentleness', required to understand the beautiful reality of life; a reality that we ourselves have colored with the drabbest and darkest of colors...