Desperate ills need desperate remedies.

Dogs are wise. They crawl away into a quiet corner and lick their wounds and do not rejoin the world until they are whole once more.

Bitterness leads nowhere. It turns back on itself. It is the eternal cul-de-sac.

Writers are diffident creatures -- they need encouragement.

Courage is the resolution to face the unforeseen.

As life goes on it becomes tiring to keep up the character you invented for yourself, and so you relapse into individuality and become more like yourself everyday.

Why shouldn't I hate her? She did the worst thing to me that anyone can do to anyone else. Let them believe that they're loved and wanted and then show them that it's all a sham.