maybe the meaning of life lies in looking for it
Mother used to say escape is never further than the nearest book.
Time is the speed at which the past decays.
. . .my dreams are the single unpredictable factor in my zoned days and nights. Nobody allots them, or censors them. Dreams are all I have ever truly owned.
An idler and a sluggard are as different as a gourmand and a glutton.
She has to lose her pre-Copernican view of a universe revolving around herself.