What I needed most was to love and to be loved eager to be caught. Happily I wrapped those painful bonds around me and sure enough I would be lashed with the red-hot pokers or jealousy by suspicions and fear by burst of anger and quarrels.

Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.

It's amazing the clarity that comes with psychotic jealousy.

Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies.

I feel like a lot of the female relationships I see on TV or in movies are in some way free of the kind of jealousy and anxiety and posturing that has been such a huge part of my female friendships which I hope lessens a little bit with age.