I must go home periodically to renew my sense of horror.

Owing to the fact he was a mute they were able to give him all the qualities they wanted him to have.

How can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind?

There was hope in him, and soon perhaps the outline of his journey would take form.

After the first establishment of identity there comes the imperative need to lose this new-found sense of separateness and to belong to something larger and more powerful than the weak, lonely self. The sense of moral isolation is intolerable to us.

justice itself is a chimera, a delusion. Justice is not a flat yardstick, applied in equal measure to an equal situation.

Don't you loathe it when doctors use the word 'we' when it applies only and solely to yourself?