“Safer than we are.” I told Franny. “Safer than love.” “let me tell ya kid,” Franny said to me, squeezing my hand. “Everything’s safer than love.”
“Safer to be feared than loved.”
“It is safer to be feared than loved”
“I'll pretend, I tell myself. Pretending is safer than believing.”
“For reasons that are not well understood, war's codes are safer for most of us than love's.”
“I am an orange construction cone, and I say to you, “Caution.” This is my advice for love—and for driving while blindfolded, which is safer than love.”