Diminish the influence of fate

Passion and platonic friendliness, often contrary siblings, frequently wear similar faces to hide the great distance between them.

Sometimes one learns too early, as I did, what the world is capable of.

Regret doesn't budge things; it seems crazy that the force of all that human want can't amend a moment, can't even stir a pebble.

A tragedy's first act is crowded with supporting players: witnesses crimping their faces, policemen scribbling in pads and making radio calls, EMS guys unfolding equipment, tubes and wheels.

By now, the camouflage had become my skin. My friends wouldn't want to know. Who would want to know? I certainly didn't want to know. All I wanted was to hold my assumptions to the light, and to watch them sparkle in their facets, as all sham gemstones do.

Love wasn't a thing you fell in, but rose to. It was what stopped you from falling.