Put yourself out of your misery.
The universe was not made in jest but in solemn incomprehensible earnest.
Those of us who read carried around with us like martyrs a secret knowledge, a secret joy, and a secret hope: There is a life worth living where history is still taking place; there are ideas worth dying for, and circumstances where courage is still prized.
In literary history, generation follows generation in a rage.
why did I have to keep learning this same thing over and over?
I still try to keep my eyes open. I'm always on the lookout for antlion traps in sandy soil, monarch pupae near milkweed, skipper larvae in locust leaves. These things are utterly common, and I've not seen one