In an individual, selfishness uglifies the soul; for the human species, selfishness is extinction.
A life can get knocked into a new orbit by a car crash, a lottery win or just a bleary-eyed consultant giving bad news in a calm voice.
But no, we cross, crisscross, and recross our old tracks like figure skaters.
maybe the meaning of life lies in looking for it
Why ask a question whose answer would demand ten more questions?
But you have read Madame Bovary?' (I'd never heard of her books.) 'No.