An occasional foray into negative emotions makes feeling normal that much sweeter.

Seth trotted over to Kendra. Bringing good luck as usual It was a weak pass okay

Could you just call me Pigeon?” he asked the teacher when she read his name. “Does your mother call you Pigeon?” “No.” “Then to me you are Paul.” ... “Nathan Sutter,” the teacher read. “My mother never calls me Nathan.” “Is it Nate?” “She calls me Honeylips.

Want a reliable road to emotional and spiritual suicide? Spend your life trying to fit in.

False humility is more insulting than open pride!

You picked the right road, even though it is the most difficult. That is the essence of heroism. (p. 326)

The pendulum swings between Light and Darkness