Now I understand that one of the important reasons for going to college and getting an education is to learn that the things you've believed in all your life aren't true, and that nothing is what it appears to be.

I may not have all the time I thought I had.

When he admitted this to me, I found myself almost annoyed. It was as if he'd hidden this part of himself in order to deceive me, pretending-- as do many people I've discovered--to be what he is not. No one I've ever known is what he appears to be on the surface.

Only a short time ago, I learned that people laughed at me. Now I can see that unknowingly I joined them in laughing at myself. That hurts the most.

There are a lot of people who will give money or materials, but very few who will give time and affection.

I am afraid. Not of life, or death, or nothingness, but of wasting it as if I had never been.

Even in the world of make-believe there have to be rules. The parts have to be consistent and belong together.