No tears, please. It's a waste of good suffering.

…there’s nothing in the world more fun than doing something you’re good at.

True joy is a profound remembering; and true grief the same.

A monster lies in wait in me,a stew of wounds and misery.But fiercer still in life and limb,the me that lies in wait in him

Nothing else wounds so deeply and irreparably. Nothing else robs us of hope so much as being unloved by one we love

Gather experience... Look at what you should not look at. A feeling of anxiety is the sure and certain evidence that you should do this.

I have the normal complement of anxieties, neuroses, psychoses and whatever else - but I'm absolutely nothing special.