There are many difficult things in this world to hide, but a secret is not one of them.

I have a dream of what would have happened if what happened instead hadn't.

Perhaps if we saw what was ahead of us, and glimpsed the follies, and misfortunes that would befall us later on, we would all stay in our mother's wombs, and then there would be nobody in the world but a great number of very fat, very irritated women.

So you’re reluctant, I said to myself. Many, many people are reluctant. It’s like having feet. It’s nothing to brag about.

It has been said that the hardest job in the world is raising a child, but the people who says this have probably never worked at a comb factory or captured pirates on the high seas.

This knowledge sits in my heart, heavy as a paperweight.

For Beatrice, I cherished, you perished, The world's been nightmarished.