We are living in a world where everything is false. The society is like bright paint applied on top of rotten wood.

Don't think too much. That makes you believe you have more choices than you do. Then you mind becomes confused.

I saw what I had been fighting for: It was for me, a scared child, who had run away a long time ago to what I had imagined was a safer place. And hiding in this place, behind my invisible barriers, I knew what lay on the other side: Her side attacks. Her secret weapons. Her uncanny ability to find my weakest spots. But in the brief instant that I had peered over the barriers I could finally see what was finally there: an old woman, a wok for her armor, a knitting needle for her sword, getting a little crabby as she waited patiently for her daughter to invite her in.

I'd like to be more forgiving. There are times when I've had a hard time forgiving people who have betrayed me.

I felt foolish and tired, as if I had been running to escape someone chasing me, only to look behind to discover there was no one there.

I let one thing result from another. Of course, all of it could have been just loosely connected coincidences. And whether that's true or not, I know the intention was there. Becasue when I want something to happen-or not happen- I begin to look at all events and all things as relevant, an opportunity to take or avoid.

Libraries are the pride of the city.