As adults, we do know more, but we don't know enough. People can be very unthinkingly callous.

God, I'm such a lazy writer - I can't even think up new names.

Ideals jump across the hierarchies of the printed word.

That vision of a common culture is now simply a remote wistfulness.

Therapy, as opposed to analysis, is a whole construct of myth, beautiful and creative.

Everything we do has consequences.

I think childhood is to everyone a lost land.