But one discarded dreams and got dressed, and made what one could of the day.

Logic doesn't stop you feeling. You can behave logically and it can hurt like hell. Or it can comfort you. Or release you. Or all at the same time

How could people, I wondered for the ten thousandth useless time, how could people who had loved so dearly come to such a wilderness; and yet the change in us was irreversible, and neither of us would even search for a way back. It was impossible. The fire was out. Only a few live coals lurked in the ashes, searing unexpectedly at the incautious touch.

The dignity of man was everywhere tissue-paper thin.

I'd always found goodness more interesting then evil, though I was aware this wasn't the most general view. To my mind, it took more work and more courage to be good, an opinion continually reinforced by my own shortcomings.

Let an idea swim to the surface like a fish in a pool...let the mind drift to the vision.

Everyone journeys through character as well as through time. The person one becomes depends on the person one has been.