Self pity is a disease which does not kill but corrodes.

History dies without the present. There is no future without the path made to it by the past.

I will not compromise on language or content. At 15, people can handle the same language as me, they're just as complicated as me and are very interested in thinking about important questions for the first time.

You get to be wiser by storying the world and seeing it through other forms of consciousness than your own.

Self pity is a disease which does not kill but corrodes.

And when someone else speaks your name you feel pleased. You feel wanted. You feel there. Alive. Even if they're saying your name with dislike, at least you know you're you, that you exist.

Rooms are a fixed size, which can't be altered without pulling down walls and building new ones. They should be unchanging in shape and proportions. But sometimes they do change depending on who's in them.