Most of us have the good or bad fortune of seeing our lives fall apart so slowly we barely notice.

Whoever said that childhood is the happiest time of your life is a liar, or a fool.

Time has taught me not to lose hope, yet not to trust too much in hope either.

It might have been that notion, or just chance, or its more flamboyant relative, destiny.

A good friend once told me that the problems are like cockroaches. If drawn to light, they'll get scared.

That's what happens when people reach old age; nobody remembers they've been bastards too.

In this world the only opinion that holds court is prejudice.